Sunday, July 18, 2010

wrecking balls & backbones

most confuse the long, tiresome process
of initiation for education

education should be a wrecking ball
smashing the building that is yr life

& you pissing upon the remains

while noting the smoke in yr throat
& the ash in yr hair

as yr blood jumps in a circle thru yr shape
& yr backbone is the only thing left standing...
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.