Monday, September 6, 2010

darkness retained

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.