Poetry Archives Bio
April 16, 2007
9:11 PM
wish you were here
To MLP

a boy wakes the poet
shaking his shoulder
like a train on fire

how much is the weather
the boy asks
who are those clouds

the poet wakes up
with purple lips
bloodied and wined

trying to remember
his last dream

something about
horse sashimi and
serial killers

the poet looks
at the wall
a plaque on the wall

when magnified reads
god making a crack pipe

out of a guy's rib
the alarm clock wakes
the poet wakes up

and goes to work