Tuesday, December 21, 2010

why the motherfucking poems are made

poems aren't made for saying, Hello

poems are made for screaming, Fuck you!

poems aren't made for saying, I love you

poems are made for screaming, Notice the still-open eyes of that roadkill!

poems aren't made for saying, How's the weather?

poems are made for screaming, An ice storm is approaching in my sou!l

poems aren't made for saying, Beauty is truth

poems are made for screaming, Ugliness is King!

poems aren't made for saying, How are you?

poems are made for screaming, We're all doomed no matter what!

poems aren't made for saying, Ah, home sweet home

poems are made for screaming, We're so full of Lostness our tongues float in it!
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.