Kip Knott

K i p   K n o t t 

Encoded 

Every day my life embraces  

its own death. Inside my chest,  

the man I will become when I die 

taps out an encoded message  

I choose not to decipher. 

Post-It to a Young Poet 

If you lose the will to write, 

burn all the paper you own 

and harvest the ashes.