Poetry Blogs (2019, grief)
Player piano in the empty funeral parlor foyer cranks
out old standards with a Dixieland flourish. The old
wooden cross. How great thou art. Take my hand precious
Lord. No one hears it. No one is here to discuss pre-planning.
No one peruses coffins for his aunt who has been sick so long
the family forgot she would die. No one is scooped out
by grief at the accidental death o...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 11:07 pm
You do not exist anymore
You are absolutely nothing
Unconscious, intangible, not there.
You exist in my mind,
You live on through that funny anecdote
That recipe, that legacy, our memory.
You are my tragic backstory,
The key to solving why I am the way I am
What you made me...
Friday 18th January 2019 7:55 pm
it pulls back, tight,
a finger falls away
flung through the air
till it hits
a heavy stone sunk at the bottom of my stomach
but you’ve left the slingshot on the bench outside
and I don’t know how to leave you on that bed
a cold hand still holds my heart
instead, you’ll stay
a heavy stone sunk in my stomach
I’ll never leave you behind
I’ll take you everywhere
Wednesday 9th January 2019 9:10 pm