October 19, 2005
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I fear this sucks, but in case it doesn’t…
Eulogy
The red of blood
splashed around me and
I thought of those
that drifted away
in my mind before dawn
and I cried for those words
who died as I curled beneath
warm blankets, as I ate
comfort food, as I sat
warming a couch for programs
I cared nothing about
and their unsung melodies
filled my head with
a mourning cry
as I grieved for my
aborted poems.
Comments (4)
Au contraire, mon ami. That hardly sucks! That’s very powerful.
Oh yeah. Slapped me hard with that one. I’m with Red. That’s a keeper. And it should be sent to WPJ at the very least.
That is so wonderful! I’ve been there so many times. I love it. Usually right when I’m slipping off to sleep, I think in poetic terms, and my disabled brain just throws it to the recycle bin without asking me first. ba, brains, you can’t live with em, can’t convulse without em.
*nods, points above, then shuffles back to bed tiredly*