Saturday, February 19, 2011

drunken dissection

my
palms
are
full
of
blood

my
skull
is
full
of
mud

my
heart
is
full
of
snot

my
gut
is
full
of
dust

my
marrow
is
full
of
midnight

my
soul
is
full
of
skid-marks

my
tongue
is
full
of
absence
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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.