Living in the Spirit of Words

strange inklings into darkness

Living in the Spirit of Words

In a strange way it felt like a July autumn
I downed a bottle of bourbon that morning
Leaves crisp like brittle pieces of candy
You wanted to eat it
Gather it all up in huge baskets
Hand it out over the entire Earth
But instead,
I hovered around my herd of dogs
whispering a bourbon nonsense to Blue,
Sammy, Jackson & Honey my dead buddies.


The weather seemed to be breaking into summer
As hot, steamy humidity poured from the heavens
By my second breath the soak drenched me
I moved through the thick air with panted breath
Some old friends, friends I knew in my youth came barreling upon me.
I knew at once we were all going for a walk in the eternal forest
gathering around like we did on Earth as spirited folk
in a reverie of joy.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

I just wondered what happens when our living energy leaves the body. It can either be created or destroyed. Can we set ourselves up for afterlife? Be our own god, make our own heaven?

Thanks Jacob!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh to be able to meet those old friends in the afterlife...the people, the pets...wonderful walk in that forest for sure.

beautiful piece, Al...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

This is where I want to be in afterlife, walking in the eternal forest. You can join me when your time comes.

Regards,
Al

[highonwords]

i could picture you tipping the bottom of the bourbon bottle in your hand - waiting for your loved ones and friends to join you in merrymaking - just like the old times, or even better

best,
steph