Thursday, December 9, 2010

living in the ether, dying in the ether

living in the ether
dying in the ether
being a drunken asshole in the ether
blacking out in the ether
banging the typewriter in the ether
fucking in the ether
frying eggs & sausage in the ether
battling blood sucking hangovers in the ether
contemplating suicide in the ether
loving someone until there's only hate left in the ether
cursing birth in the ether
staring at legs in the ether
jamming hands into empty pockets in the ether
chain-smoking cigarettes in the ether
melancholic in the ether
nothing but a walking orphan in the ether
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.