Archive for death

While I’m Still Alive

Posted in Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , on June 17, 2019 by dustus

Please bury me beneath a Palmetto tree
No need to mark the site
Perhaps scatter my ash off a tall stilted pier
On a clear quiet starry filled night

I wouldn’t mind if you toss my remains
In a city stamped white plastic bag
It doesn’t matter; leave me curbed
Alongside recyclables of bottles & cans

(Just like good ole Neighbor Dan
Who died of ragging alcoholism 
[as per his quest]
God I miss his dark humor⁠—
Being trash-bagged once dead was his morbid idea)

Any way, I don’t care
Knowing my spirit lives
So who needs some cushy, pricey, satin-lined box
Or grandiose mausoleum outhouse digs?

(Dignity often precludes the worst imaginable)

So let us then take a poll:
All you departed ladies & gents⁠—
Please raise your hands…
Hmm…  just as I figured; not a single response
So like them, I too am unconcerned

I’d much rather you exhume my book
Or maybe undo cancellation of this ‘site⁠—
Either way… All the best
Which is a given while I’m still alive 

 

A Silent Song

Posted in love, mental illness, Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 10, 2019 by dustus

Crestfallen sighs to mirror waves
Lost mind to discontented days
Wasting breath from burning chest
Most welcome trove of treasured death

Smooth pebbled shore, beached jellyfish
Acts of cutting ties and….

Past life drowning under surface
Found paradise and don’t deserve this….

Love where once I thought self gone
To die alone, a silent song
Subject to scorn self letting down
The walls which isolate one’s sound

 

While Holding Her Hand…

Posted in life, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 20, 2019 by dustus

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While holding her hand into sleep

Wondering if she hears me cry?
Feeling I lost all sense of time
Sitting beside mom euthanized
Telling myself it was a dream
Feeling I lost all sense of time
While holding her hand into sleep

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