Sight is only
the foremost line
of understanding

So we could share a coffin since
you've already picked the flowers
thoroughly washed by the rain
we'll wonder if the cracks in
the concrete walls around us will
spread through our frozen bodies
like a pious woman walking
smeared in the glow of red lights
Cat's Growls curdling from the open
windows. The squelch of bedsprings
or the squealing in the pipes

Now that I think about it, I’d
rather be buried at sea
like a sailor fresh from leave
with a hooker's knife buried in his chest
and we could spread the flowers
out, like cosmos tails in the wake
Debating the Pros and cons
between the elliptical fish and the worms

We'll die, we'll be eaten by the worms
the worms that may be eaten by the fish
that we'll eat until the day that we die

And we'll watch the sunrise glitter from
the sinkbrown water and think
that nothing will ever look
quite so lovely, though we'll never understand
not a breath of the depths that we've seen

So would you scream,
just as the tide rolled into your lungs
or gurgle platitudes like those
last swirls retreating behind the drain?

never really matters all that much




Make the best of a bad thing
wash a plate and come to the table

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