A Coroner's Assistant and his Girlfriend

I tasted you with Beethoven and a yellow

cry of delight: bourbon, I think it was,

but I know that taste to be smoky brown

and thorough in its erasure. Still,

you linger. Long past mortuary drawers

sliding back on liquid wheels

and the buzz of bone saw. Autopsy

was not so kind as my last kiss,

though both left marks. I cracked

your skull to prove the accident

and found no trace of me.

Reviews

[ava]

My favorite yet. Simple words and concise. My kind of poetry.

[Tommy]

And who says being a coroner will never come in handy in real life? This had a sadistic side to it, which was much enjoyed...

Nice Write Again My Friend!
RLG,
Tommy

[Emily B]

this is a little bizarre, but brilliant

the most original thing I've read in a while