Thursday, April 14, 2011

smoke is a sage

knowledge is gossip
there is nothing
to know really
except for the cigarette
smoke curling past yr eye
& how it vanishes
all else is small talk
forget knowledge
forget wisdom
smoke is the supreme sage
the distinguished lecturer
in every language
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.