From now on I’m going to read a bunch of Pablo Neruda poems right before I write. Let me explain. I found this book in a thrift store for a dollar, you can’t get a coke for a dollar these days. Anyways the only thing this will rot are you preconceptions of verse. After paging through the book a was all jazzed up and ready to write. I will share that poem in a minuet. First a shout-out to my awesome friend He has given up The demon bird of twitter and the superficial and voyeuristic Facebook so i agreed to advertise for him. So… You know… Click that link…
Without further wait
It is so easy
To bemoan solitude
and cry a dirge
For a two legged bed
But in those times
When gentle breathing
Finds no copy
To sigh back
Great vaults are opened
With doorways for one
and endless paper volumes
Can find their mate in ink
