Saturday, February 19, 2011

locked out for good

in a drunken psychotic episode
i got locked out of my life
& never found the keys
since then i stare up into my own windows
too high to climb through...
sometimes i shout up at the panes
fuck you! fuck you!
the windows are silent
my life remains sealed off from me
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.