Today’s poem of the day is from a misfit. A non-traditional sort of guy. A man who was once called “the laureate of American lowlife”. I love his honesty, his rawness. I love how everything is not tied up into a pretty bow. It’s real, raunchy, yet still finds a way to touch the reader.
Love is a Dog from Hell (excerpt)
“there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.people so tired
either by love or no love.
people just are not good to each other
one on one.
the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.
we are afraid.
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
or the terror of one person
aching in one place