Monday, September 6, 2010

one of yr animals dies

& some say it's rehearsal
for when a closely related human dies...
i say it's worse when yr animal dies
innocent & far from being an asshole human
i weep more for them
while i rehearse human deaths all the time in my head
both close relations & acquaintances
but the problem is they keep fucking living
as my poor animals keep dying...
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.