Head wound
there are no chapbooks
calling my name
no money saved
for an accomplished writer
to edit my words
no tears to share with you
no dead poet
that haunts my dreams
just me…and
my Petri dish
naked
and laughing
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
there are no chapbooks
calling my name
no money saved
for an accomplished writer
to edit my words
no tears to share with you
no dead poet
that haunts my dreams
just me…and
my Petri dish
naked
and laughing