Monday, January 3, 2011

the mysterious bard that made suburbia disappear for a few moments

once i was driving
& a song came
on the radio

& i had to
pull into a lot

& throw the
car in park
& just listen

it was just
a scraped
voice & an
acoustic guitar

but the words
along w/the
backdrop of
had sent me
off the road

my hands on
steering wheel,

the landscape
around me
in ruins
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.