Wednesday, November 11, 2009

WRITINGS

A Poets Last Joke


knock knock.

whos there?
how do you describe a metaphor?
with a metaphor.





Not Short Enough



an artist is the runt of a pack

we can't fight like the others
we don't stand like the others
all great artists die of illness,
of dis'ease
continuous stress and burden that
we
should have dried up
never reaching the nipple
hurt hurt hurt
so i whine about my cold
hoping
to die like a champion








my dirt with film goers in america: you don't read a poem like you read an article in a newspaper, do you?

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