Sunday, June 5, 2011

construction over a grave

you build a house
perhaps even one of joy
upon the plot of loss

you raise beams of laughter
tall 90 degree walls of relief
a sturdy roof seals out gray rain

but there is always a foundation
of tears beneath
a forever-leaky cellar of grief
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.