Friday, February 18, 2011

the length of three cigarettes

thought it was a kiss but it was a yawn

thought it was a heart but it was a grenade

thought it was a magic carpet but it was multiple land mines

thought it was a womb but it was a full bathtub w/a plugged in toaster

thought it was forever but it was the length of three cigarettes

thought it was milky kindness but it was napalm

thought it was solid but it was a ghost w/in a ghost w/in a ghost

thought it was peace but it was a constant siren

thought it was fate but it was a stray branch of summer lightning

thought it was a nest but it was a grave beneath a grave

thought it was the sunrise but it was a three-day blood sucking hangover

thought it was a friend but it was a pack of wolves

thought it was god but it was a closet of fire

thought it was mercy but it was sabotage

thought it was poem but it was a delayed nervous breakdown
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.