Sunday, July 10, 2011

sunday morning homesickness

a terrible sunday morning ache...

the beams through this window
reveal a deep homesickness

the squeak of door hinges one flight up
mocks my no-where-to-turn-ness
even more so

but my tears won't arrive today
so i sit here biting my nails
& sifting through the ashes
as un-whole as one can possibly be...
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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