Wednesday, March 9, 2011

a case of death

there are
twenty-four ribs
just beneath
yr torso meat

a 12-pack on
each side

a case of death
yr heart

can you swallow
so to speak

or will you
sip the fruity umbrella drinks
of denial
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.