Saturday, September 18, 2010

no matter how fair

keep looking in the mirror
no matter how handsome
no matter how fair

there's a cadaver
thumbing its rotting nose
at you

do you see it yet?

well, look again,
you shallow sons-of-bitches

it's there wiggling its bony fingers
& flashing its lip-less grin
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.