Saturday, December 4, 2010

3 a.m. inventory

he has a belt fixed w/a loop
that'd fit around a human neck
upon the coffee table
he has a long folding razor
upon the desk resting on a stack of books
he has a bottle of pills in the medicine cabinet
next to the deodorant
& in the kitchen is the gas oven, of course
every room contains a different method
except the bedroom that is the torture chamber
then there is the mattress
that keeps him awake till dawn
the four walls of isolation, of waiting, of no answers
& the twisted sheet like a straight jacket
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.