Comforting Peace
Still are
the heavens,
behind clouds
in the sky.
Aware are
the souls
who came
here to die.
Comforting peace
is what
they have
always prayed for
in the
books and
beliefs, of
their chosen folklore.
Laughing hard
are demons,
who know
better than all,
that the
higher you
ascend, the
greater the fall.
Simple Truth
Wandering alone again
in the vast
‘city of sin’,
I take quite
the dim view
of former surroundings.
All things have
withered and died,
or are swiftly
in the process.
Things----
known-
unknown-
remembered-
loved…
Loved.
The dimmest of
light can still
be further eclipsed.
I hear children
and animals wailing
in failing brightness
against the muffled
sound of old
and familiar voices.
Knowing nothing comes
of a void,
I rush to
vomit in the
nearest street culvert.
The simple truth…
*we all die
a little more
by the minute.*
*(Something surely not
to dwell upon…
but something SURELY…
not to forget).
When, Where, How.
If these answers were
known, what could get
you to show up?
Been flying of late, still
thinking of death, however,
I have rationalized comfort
listening to dumb quotations.
Some say, “When it’s your time,
it’s your time”.
Ok…but what if it’s not, BUT
it is the guy’s time in the third row?!
I’m f--ked along with ‘his time’.
Say you get in bed for the night,
fat dumb and happy…cool sheets,
sweetheart within reach,
canine at your feet.
BAM! A quake hits…
sending the two-story next door a
tumblin’ right through the
ceiling of your bedroom,
driving both bed-posts up
your respective asses!
BAM! Dead again, through
no fault of your own!
A ‘fortune-teller’ tells you
that you will die on Friday
the thirteenth…of whatever year,
at a chili cook-off in Mazzola, Mt.,
choking on a piece of cheese!!!
Would you ever honor and tempt
the time and place by going?!
Ever even eat cheese again?!
Is it written, or is it not?
Would you want to know before?
Could you avoid the time and place
you were to …expire, or would some
f--ked-up quirk of fate put
you right at the scene?
Now…That’s A Bet!
Best for me to roll the dice, and
perhaps take an occasional float down
that huge river in Egypt…Aka…De-nial.
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