Sunday, August 29, 2010

yawning at the sun

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
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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
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

my only lover

pain
is
my
only
lover

a
dark
delicious
nympho

&
my
confessions
my
only
offspring
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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
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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.