Tag Archives: death

Anything

  I’m not saying I know anything, Particularly, Anything, in particular, Kant knew, only what he thought he knew, Looking up, clouds race the blue, Looking down, spring jonquils push, Toward the azure magnificence, One flees, the other aspires, Who … Continue reading

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Diggin up the Roots

I was just layin round, On the black night stoop, Smoking something I’d found, Neath a crease in the truth, When she rolled up like my old fears, Got out and made the steps in arrears, Stood her high way, … Continue reading

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Three Variations

1. Bird upon a wire, Nearby the fallen statue base which crumbles, In upon itself, ashamed to have no admirer. Once the children played upon his hip, And the cool water mended his hot face, As mothers spoke of hunger … Continue reading

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Sonoma

The cold has a stillness, Kept in the red rouge, The stones weep slowly, Sun bakes their tears. Beauty has no surety, Nor warmth a guarantee, When sky of blue bends knee, To desert night’s eternity.

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Finished

Blue fades to backward green, Spreading wings it sings of other things, Fades further merging with softest yellow, Can you hear the quiet sound of meadow, Lower along, brown reeds round the sound, And as the redtail slowly circles round, … Continue reading

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Sunset

We’re not dying, The sun is. Swallowed bit by bit, By our big wide Ocean of Apathy. We’re not dying, The fire is, Starved out by more Yearning for Fuel of Concern. We’re not dying, The fish did, Bulged eyes … Continue reading

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Four and twenty

Baked in a pie, so we love to sing, Four and twenty blackbirds all for the king, Who this fucking king, so deserving this, Four and twenty baked, served with a kiss, How we long to keep the pies that … Continue reading

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Death Enlightened

There are many ways to die I think, Ways in secret we know well, From stories in the meed-dee-uh, And other places that we dwell, From little creatures upon our shoulder, Whispering their twisted lies, Beauty in the eye beholder, … Continue reading

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Convenience store

I was certain that what passed For courage, was but a sudden lapse Of judgement, the steel cylinder Had clicked with that dreadful Metalic CLICK of the instant Death comes round and quietly Steals the soul. He moved though, with … Continue reading

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Red Knife

Nothing is sacred anymore, Even less is blasphemous. Sin as construct, Calls the pious to act, I killed my neighbor’s Chickens. The blood scarlet red. Would you judge my sin? Here, take the knife, Everything is blasphemous, As she cried … Continue reading

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