I Eat Poetry

Haiku

Yesterday for you
I wrote a poem so full
of lies it woke me
stunned like someone
bitten in the middle of the night
or a bird that just
smashed into a very clean window.
Now it's so early
it's still night
and this time I'm hardly
trying at all, holding carefully
in my palms
the knowledge that
I don't know anything about you.
And how could you know
mosquitoes love my blood
because it's full
of something they love,
or that I like to play chess
in the morning
with a serbo-croatic book,
never getting any better?( Read more... )






this from his second book which just came out. get your hands on it.