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Saturday, November 27, 2010

Friday, November 26, 2010

210
Black Friday
buy one death; get the second
@ 1/2 off
209
Black Friday . . .
what the inside of a coffin looks like
at the end of the work week
208
Black Friday
saving merchants; going down
with the barge to China
207
3am to 1pm only
60% off your death plus free monogram
Black Friday

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Monday, November 22, 2010

Sunday, November 21, 2010

194
not 2
not 1
not zero
193
. . . signing out
would you be kind enough to
dot the i in epste-n
192
tonight
I become a button hole
the wind passes through
191
that last candle
flaring out
is me
190
peaceful death?
odds are one
in a million
189
a better place?
did you get that feedback
from the ants and worms?
188
wings of fortune
flying me to
God only knows
187
next train to London
leaving on runway # 5 with
a stopover in Hades
186
last call
for the bullet train to
nowhere
185
wings of desire
won't take me all the way
to the moon
184
catch a ride?
only Satan's taxi
runs on Sunday
183
car won't start?
well then we'll walk
to the unpromised land
182
deep winter
this time it's not just
the battery. . .
181
disap
pearing

pud
dles

my call
to

de
part
180
look for me
among the bushes
where the finches play
179
today
with the redwood tree tops
I too brush the sky

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010

166
spreading cream cheese
on toast brings dad
back to life
165
that missing word
I can't remember for the life of me
that's death
164
Others may have seen the following poem attributed to Mary Elizabeth Frye many times, but it's new to me. I am posting it here for those who have not had occasion to read it before.

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
163
November sunset
that mountain is putting out
my blood red eyes
162
November dusk
will you be kind enough
to close my eyes
161
haunting this site
my namesake
160
home sick
could this be
the last round
159
this morning
awakening to
no body

Wednesday, November 3, 2010