The Last Poem of the Year three hundred & sixty-five of thema thriving vineyard of poemstwisting around my ribsmy stomach swollen witha pregnant ball of discipline& devotion – a bacchanaliaof bliss hanging off my penin clumps of stanzaripe to burstingthis is a weight thatcurls & cracks over timereaping yields of high hope& if the final… Continue reading Poem 365 – The Last Poem of the Year