Saturday, July 9, 2011

& i am drawn to everything sad

even
on
the
brightest
days

there
is
a
rustling
of
tears
in
my
blood

a
sobbing
in
the
vessels

originating
from
a
built-in
sorrow
in
the
marrow

&
nothing
can
bring
on
a
smile
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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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