Thursday, March 18, 2010

poemS of the day 03.18.10

sitting down to write a poem
like one of richard brautigan’s


sitting down to write a poem
like one of richard brautigan’s
but i just comes out
like all of the other shit
that i write



i think of amazing things to say

i think of amazing things to say
all the time

there’s never anyone around
to listen to me

but the cat

she just turns her asshole
toward me
jumps off the couch
and prances across the room

to where her dinner sits
the same thing every day
in a dirty, silver colored bowl.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Two little gems. Gorgeous in their brevity and power...