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Poof* Take MY water
this 30th of May
even the fireworks
sound tired
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winter
was a crime scene
blood splattered onto frosted windows
red lipstick curse on the vanity mirror
high rise
victim dismembered
meat rotting
in poorly wrapped packages
to be toe tagged
orphans whisked away by the government
appointed neglectful
pearls fallen across the sticky floor
to a police radio symphony
Mahler fatalistic
smug detectives
sipping black coffee
no sugar to be found in the city
a glib act
notebook scratches
with no hope for answers
or finding the perpetrator
who caused
the whole mess
sitting in a cushioned chair
aptly described
as a post modern
orange violating teal
nightmare
i become distracted
looking away from
sir arthur conan doyle
by denizens of the library
an old man too cheap
to subscribe to
the new york times
reading cover to cover
perhaps he simply needs a place to be
a salesman hiding from his
pharmaceutical route
blue tooth whispers in his ear
pretending to be
on his way there
a japanese man
studying intensely with his tutor
for a citizenship exam
a mother with wailing
four year old twin girls
in matching coats
looking as if she is one bell jar away
from sticking her head in an oven
the merry widow
with a fake perpetual smile
in peacock glasses
reading ladies home journal
as if any of it matters
and the couple
both wearing wedding bands
all but penetrating orifices
in roman history
who are clearly not married
to each other
stealing a moment together
behind rows of books where
their spouses wouldn’t dare look
irony not to be
lost on me
there on my lap
rests a copy of
through the magic door
sir arthur conan doyle is right
such a divine portal
wonders to be uncovered
searching spines
in a library
Janne Teller,
a Danish novelist
of Austrian-German background,
wrote the line,
“From the moment we are born,
we begin to die.”
I, poet,
think to myself,
only a Danish novelist
of Austrian-German background
could possibly conceive of a line
that fucking morbid.
The following line should simply read,
“Why not avoid the protracted suffering
and slit your wrists, the proper way, now?”
Death was my business for many years,
Ms. Janne “I-Need-Zoloft” Teller.
I am pleased to inform you,
there is a prolonged period
between birth and death
which we warm blooded humans
refer to as, “life,”
and it is nothing short
of miraculous.
.
Twin brothers
born of the 3rd century
in Cilcia, Turkey
.
The patron saints of
physicians and surgeons
and those suffering
with blood disease
.
kindly hear
my anemic prayer
.
Saints who gave up their lives
so that others
may have comfort and mercy
.
Saint Kosmas
and
Saint Damianos
speak in gently whispered prayer
to God for me
.
O Gladsome Light of the Heavens
I implore the holy spirit
to take away my ailments
and be of service to others
that they see
of thy
Glory
.
.
“Every mile is two in winter.” – George Herbert
January
has a way…
of making atheists
of Englishmen,
country folk,
and poets.
It’s as though
they have forgotten
their prayers
and the inevitability
of cherry blossoms.