Saturday, September 18, 2010

i can smell the stench from here

rest in the arms of love?

never again...

that's like sitting
in the lap
of a cadaver
who's been dunked
in warm tar
& then placed under
a rain of
rose petals...
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.