Tuesday, April 12, 2011

my soul is a broken down valise

i was born
w/my angel
split open

like a worn
rubber sole

i was born
w/my angel

like a busted
wristwatch band

i was born
w/my angel
slumped down
by my feet

like a muddy
broken down
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.