dead

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It would be enchanting, this thought,

if air and germ didn't enter into the skin.

If they chose not to sew my lips down

or lampoon my knot knees.

 

If I wasn't undressed in the bright light to

show my lignum vitae erection ( I was quite

the guy, you know) before this quicklime

frosting. Before being measured like

the wings of a firefly.

 

In the 70's I wore my hair in a conk, had

it reset every Saturday morning and on

Sundays and Mondays slept sitting up. Should

I mention this in the column of 'getting

my affairs in order'?

 

Please. Don't morn aloud. It's so unbecoming,

and the appearance of weeping folk upsets me.

But then again, its death i'm talking about

not a kaleidoscopic display of colored slides. I

left owing Sears about 5 thousand dollars. Funny

I can't remember what I purchased there.

 

Will someone please tie up the cat. Let the water

out the tub. Find my term insurance policy. Never

mind. I never did get to London. Throw Abbey Road

in this box with me. Hum for me that part in "Octopus Garden"

 

"I'd ask my friends to come and see

an Octopus garden with me,

i'd like to be under the sea". I didn''t know

that going was so peaceful.

I stink.

 

You know it's so when light shows

through the leaves of the arborvitae.

I felt inclined to warn you of this. That I love

attention. I'm playing dead to the delight of twilight.

It's just the glorified version of an old worship

I learned, sophisticated, from Hesperus.

 

But this time I substitute for evening. Like when

you wake up at night with the outlines of poesy

so real that whispering it can only satisfy

human wants,

 

and the red hot fires of deceased

woods.

 

 

 

...........................................................to be continued.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's like writing our own obituary...but with a crooked smile...

this is quite a ride...i like the reference to Abbey Road...

your writing blends such intelligence with great word play ---

and feeling...most importantly feeling...it is hard to just read your poems...you engage us much more than just the reading of the words.

thanks for that

jacob

[Tree]

Mind blowing perspective. At first I found myself smiling, amused by the whole concept. Laughed aloud when you wrote: ''I left owing Sears about 5 thousand dollars. Funny I can't remember what I purchased there.'' But something clicked along the way and a melancholy sadness began to seep... And those last two stanzas left me wondering. Well played, D

[Corset]

lmao, I stink, hahaahaa...dead people stink, you are NOT dead you are fashionably air deficient, please don't talk about you and death in the same poem, crying people upset me especially if it's me :( I love this stanza: I hope you have an extra pillow.

Will someone please tie up the cat. Let the water

out the tub. Find my term insurance policy. Never

mind. I never did get to London. Throw Abbey Road

in this box with me. Hum for me that part in "Octopus Garden"



"I'd ask my friends to come and see

an Octopus garden with me,

i'd like to be under the sea". I didn''t know

that going was so peaceful.

I stink.

[gcp]

This is cool - the rambling thoughts works well - a curious perspective and some nice use of language :)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

this is good old fashioned mind f**k mockery at its finest..my speculation is that you went in with an intent and the emotions and imagery grew around you like cypress roots, choking your somber reflection and fears and converting them to something between revelry and a silent film...but like I said, it's a guess on my part..it comes across as very controlled and methodical...and it's tricky to ascertain if this is just your poetic prowess and experience or a sort of literary trance we seem to find ourselves in when we write..I had to read this a few times to fully appreciate it, and of course, look stuff up, as per usual..I'm pleased with the details and the essence of it...very well done