Friday, January 7, 2011

my heart is an overflowing ashtray

my heart
is an
overflowing
ashtray

beneath
buckled
half-smoked
butts
&
a mound
of
soot

an
un-extinguishable
ember
enough
to start
a
five alarm
fire
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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.