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
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.