Death in Symbiosis

A cheeky nod to Berryman, I'm sure he wouldn't mind,

Death in symbiosis

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shimmering ghostly spectral shadows

of strewn petal shards

slick oil - like upon

the  charlatan shore,

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crashing/smashing,

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inhaled in morbid ash

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finger flicking pale moist lips

into ashtray eyes

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A

burning urn of dung

etched in paper and ink

( chisel marked sweat, )

upon my headstone  -  

literally

carved in stone

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     -     hahaha   -

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unchain me now, Henry, you fiend

( from the radiator, )               you fool,

you !

Reviews

[Eilis]

Henry thinks that life is a handkerchief sandwich, so, not sure you'll be able to get him to unchain you from the radiator. Might need to call another friend, haha. But I do think he'd find your burning urn of dung amusing. Might light his cigarette over it. And throw in a little extra ash for good measure.

Cool poem, Gram, gave me a good chuckle. I do think Berryman would have a laugh himself.

[gram linski]

glad you enjoyed, Eilis, it was meant to be a whimsical affair dripping existential angst, haha, always appreciate your insight and reviews,

[emmajoy]

Evening in the shadows or an already sleepless night? You've created thoughts here that probably endure through another's change of direction and the smile's here, thinking clever things are afoot!

' finger flicking pale moist lips - into ashtray eyes.. ' clevah!

[gram linski]

thanks Emmajoy, i think it was a bit of both, lol, glad you enjoyed this one, appreciate the visit,

[emmajoy]

Trying to catch up on reviews this week.. not getting very far, sorry. Think you've had a long wait for me to call. Take care, keep safe. gram