Saturday, September 11, 2010

man to man she goes

man to man she goes
claiming the last one
was always the worst
until one day
when there is nothing
but a heap
of what she considered
to be
the bad ones
& no new fruit
to sink her
weary rotting teeth
into
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.