Paul Somers

My friend Paul Somers sent over some new poetry that he read last night.

Currently obsessed with this one:

Four Bibles

I got four bibles
from a man on a corner
each green like the suit
my grandfather would
have worn to church, if I
had known him.

I buried one
with kitchen scraps

I burned two;
one while I was drunk
and the other to see
if I could do it
sober.

The fourth I made
my pocket journal.