Wednesday, December 22, 2010

stagger & type

between a suicidal
& a loneliness that brings
about insane dizzy spells
where i must clutch
the edge of a table
to keep myself up
i stagger along
this fucked-up tightrope
towards that big fat Zero
somehow finding time
to type some things
that may make yr madness
& my own pause
& leave us be... 
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.