Saturday, September 18, 2010

the fucked-up human stain

it's disturbing that
no how matter how settled
no matter how safe
no matter how tightly held
smack in the middle of things
comes the burning urge
for an unraveling
& on top of that
a new beginning
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.