Saturday, December 4, 2010

even tho stuffed w/blood

we are all puppets
in a way

stuffed w/blood
& guts

but still puppets
nonetheless

manipulated upon
this fucked stage

until the final curtains
come back together
& it is night
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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.