"they each dreamed their dreams,
and then left the world."
Recently in Death Category
And when is it any different?
do our eyes
always glossed with tears, refracting
these holy images, of you
of me, of mangled
hearts wandering and never
to be certain
Who could you be?
facing east, facing
the big day
when my hands are no longer mine
when my very reflection peels ill
Who will you be? And what will
you whisper to me then?
oh dear I will miss your face
Headlights on neutral
The day light fade
the end less p'rade
of cars
move odd
ly slow
A howl sustained
over the drone of a thousand
grieving trumpets
Take-off,,
Wading headless,
I toward the front
of my own
funeral
Death confused as
life-- life confused
as death
Don't remind me
dead happy
dead happy