Sunday, July 10, 2011

Death please come scratch my soul

all the pharmacies
on the planet
cannot cure
this metaphysical itch...

only Death understands
existence is a disease...
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.

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