i'm starting to count
the cigarette burns
in the livingroom rug
these fossils left behind
by the junky tenant
a dozen dark grooves
like agony branded
into the brain
beneath my bare feet
& i know that happiness
is written on water
& darkness retained best
as my toes braille them
as i pace in the dark
on thick sleepless nights
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.
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- seizing the poison
- a quick note on genius
- the lack of everything
- un-jump-startable souls
- the fucked-up human stain
- if only we can die like this
- i feel like
- i can smell the stench from here
- born w/a cemetery in my chest
- gazing right through the dancing girls
- unwantingly speared
- the gory game
- darkness retained
- where the fuck is the relief
- one of yr animals dies
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