my cat is sprawled
across the carpet
all afternoon
a fuzzy bum
in the slanting rays
yawning at the sun
my miniature god
why is the human form
mimicking an existence
such as this
looked down upon
isn't bumhood
all the same
across the board
wait, don't answer
Sunday, August 29, 2010
only look within
i looked
for peace
in love
only
found
war
i looked
for love
in love
only
found
hate
i looked
for softness
in flesh
only
found
knives
for peace
in love
only
found
war
i looked
for love
in love
only
found
hate
i looked
for softness
in flesh
only
found
knives
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
the true poet
while they all sleep soundly & safely
in the arms of lovers
the gravedigger is awake meditating
upon the blade of his spade
which unmakes the worlds
they've so carefully created
worlds they foolishly think they own
in the arms of lovers
the gravedigger is awake meditating
upon the blade of his spade
which unmakes the worlds
they've so carefully created
worlds they foolishly think they own
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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.