Thursday, June 18, 2009

in states unknown and accents yet unspoken

sing about death and dying.
a happy song with skulls,
tears, grey hair, dust &
rusting star ships.

finite. perishable. burst like bubbles
or deflate like this horrible bit of cremative writing.

cans, bottles, wrappers, scattered
along the roadside, tossed
by careless beings
that used to play here and slaughter
the innocent.

detritus. left to die, alone, unneeded.
autistic child, become my adult corpse.

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