Saturday, September 11, 2010

born w/a cemetery in my chest

there's a cemetery
around my heart
& if it were to vault the gates

i know it'd land impaled
on a wrought iron rail
a red shredded balloon

raining blood down
the black rungs
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.