Tuesday, April 12, 2011

unzippered

one day

the mortician

will zipper

yr lips

shut

& all yr

unsaid words

will be swarming

up yr

dark throat

like mad

fucking ants

suffocating

at the mute

closed-off

mouth-hole

that once

offered

a freedom

you never

had the balls

to grab

hold of...
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.