the dead rest
one upon another
with dull, open eyes
and red rum trickling
out the side
of their mouths
unafraid
of the future
because
they no longer
have one.
freedom finally found.
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Poetry – God as a Fish
Do you know how I
picture God myself?
As one single fish,
enormous,
creative,
scattering millions
of lucky little accidents
like caviar –
deep in his dark sea
caverns,
each tiny black marble
waiting their turn
to wash up
on life’s sandy
shore.
Poetry – Someone Else
I thought I wanted
to be an actress,
but now I realize,
I only wanted
the chance
to be someone else.
Poetry – Make It Up As We Go
You read
faster
than I can
turn the page,
so I’ve
learned how
to make up the story
as we go.
Poetry – Let Me Try Not to Think
Let me try not
to think.
I want to remain
dimly conscious
of the fact
that the bravest
man amongst us
will never overcome
the innate fear
he harbors
towards himself.
Poetry – Debt for Life
My life
will never
run out of debt
until
the day
it ultimately
goes out of print.
Poetry – Killing My Cat
Monday appointment
3pm
$41 for the medicine of death
$90 to turn you to ash
cancer is no
respecter
of species
Spyder,
what would you say
if you knew
what was coming?
The question haunts me
and you aren’t even
dead yet
Poetry – Better Than Money
I like many things
better than money –
windy skies
and resilient wings,
fiddles that set
everyone dancing,
minds that are open
and yet, not empty,
churches unconcerned
with old books,
and warm, cozy homes
littered with cats.
Poetry – Sylvia Plath Reincarnated
I fear I may be
the unfortunate reincarnation
of Sylvia Plath.
Born fifty years to the day
from her initial entrance,
I draw the parallels
between our lives –
lines that connect
far more than astrology.
Both of us poets,
wordsmiths
living through our literary confessions.
Desperate to be taken seriously –
a gift freely granted
to the masculine,
but almost impossible to achieve
with a soft voice and gentle hands.
Both with daddy complexes
due to the abandonment
of an early death,
we seek that missing link
in other men
(some more worthwhile
than others).
Our final connection results
in a morbidly strengthened bond –
a certain disregard
for our own lives.
We dream of being free
from this earthly game,
but lack the forbearance
for a lengthy battle.
Instead, we choose to dream of release –
and in our darker moments,
even plan it.
