Saturday, December 4, 2010

in this orphan-hood

we are all orphans, in a way
some feel it more than others
& sometimes if we're lucky
we find somebody else
who makes being an orphan
not such a lonely thing
yes, sometimes we find somebody
who makes this orphan-hood not quite so bad
& you both run hand-in-hand through
the wilderness of space even
if it's only for a little while
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.