...

taking a break from Prison Break Season 3 for a second...

getting up, drinking some orange juice, spotting Rodney Koeneke's Rules For Drinking Forties (Cy Press) on my night stand...

just read this poem, then said 'holy shit' , then reread it out loud...

this poem pops, yummy, fuck, this poem is gorgeous, this is the poem Saul Williams recited on the prison yard to avoid getting shanked, it wants you to read it out loud, like, right now...and happy birthday Rodney!

epithalamion

the silence, the season
the centaurs returning
a day for the razors,
the Lapiths in cups

women, the moon
the centaurs with daggers:
turn back from our women,
turn back to the wood

beasts on the friezes
eternally turning
moon on the temple
o women, return.