Poetry Archives Bio
February 18, 2009
8:09 AM
no exit (unfinished)

the morning comes
defined by its
own quintessence

the smell of dawn
toothpaste  the
goddamn bus to

work  where are
you going  Cap
pelbaum  what

intrepid mys
teries of the
human soul

await you in
the desk drawer be
hind lock and key