Remind me why I live here…
Category: Death
Do Not Go: Erasure on a Favorite Poem
The dying wise men know /
Their words had no lightning.
there is not enough time
in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.
I know not where to look or stand
I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.
again.
the body count
mounts /
again.
You begin this way:
This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.
coup de grâce
He takes his finger and puts it to my chest.
Drove along, he did.
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
Groundhog Day
The Men of MIlltown Mourn this Morn;
Their groundhog, Mel, is dead.
Inexplicable Incarnation
Who would do /
This / On purpose?
Sonnet XXXIX: On Advent – VI
I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.
The Curtain Crashed – Sonnet XXXVII
The curtain crashed before the show was o’er, / So no one got to see the very end.
Fish-Eye Blind
On and on, up the food chain…
pavane funéraire
you feel alone now / but now is not forever
blackened quiet
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
sexualdread
Out there is a world / I can choose to inhabit;
Life Uncovered – Sonnet XXX
The unexamined life is not worth living, / And Life Uncovered – Hidden – Unforgiving.
rain, rain, go away?
My morning’s skies of blue soon turned to gray / The moment’s respite gone in sheets of rain
Welcome to My Head
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ennui on repeat
I am in stasis. lying, substanceless
in the furrow of my brow.