Closest Casket

Closest Casket

A Poem by Kelly A. Brown

 

Closest Casket
~

I want to leave my mark on this sheet of paper

I want to leave my stain

If every man's an island

Gazing around for a kingdom to reign

We are permeable sheathes of the seventh domain

Open to tears on the ends just to make all these

Poems make some damn sense

I'm tense about when, where, and why

Holes in my skin to absorb your demands

I want to hold you with my laughter

Cry you a sun

And cover up your pain with my pain

Cover your pain up with my vanity

~

I'll seal you a fate and promise you a fortune

Blocking each other's see-through white cotton barriers with

One more desolate form of the one, the sadness, while again

We mask all that we're hiding with movie nights and diet Coke

The come I drink and those times when our eyes are the windows

Some rum hits that tough spot in the soul

That one deep down in there

Yeah, pour just a tad of that Captain Morgan

And watch my nightmares explode with

Fanfare

~

We will fall into one solid mess with our hair, our

Clothes thrown and scattered everywhere, they lay on the floor

You can see the souls through the cotton, it's cheap

Not all was shunned

We are opened still and still we're bare

Holding onto each other and waiting for the pseudo-gun

To reappear

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Well, there's no one else to grab onto

That's my excuse

Besides all the others, the others, the others

They just can't hold on

They're that all that's not for us

All the knocks on our doorstep that tell us

To get up, go out; walk just a little bit farther down the road

And use your eyes

Use those eyes we gave you

Eyes that have been spooned out like an old man's sight

Telling his wisdom that its

Time for goodnight

Shut off those nighttime lights

And watch yourself

Goodbye!

We catch on and off, away we fly

We bounce with the wind and hopscotch in Heaven

In the seasons of love

In all of the seasons

~

I'm withered again

And tired

And beaten, I fell

For your charms

For your everyday kisses were promises

I thought your everyday kisses were promises

© 2008 Kelly A. Brown


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i am impressed with this piece. i love every bit of it. i don't recommend any changes at all. your descriptive imagery is very creative!

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Kelly A. Brown
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I am a writer...I try to write from my soul. I am a fan of Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, and the like. I love crazy poetry, but dislike poor spelling. I guess you can tell more about me by rea.. more..

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