SWEET
good day
to die
day to die
with whipped cream
and sweet
red cherry on
the top
and perfect cherry blossoms
for you too
my lords Oda and Katsimoto
you see them
from our world of pain
as seppuku
takes you
across the river
through the veil
and extra scoop
of fudge ice cream for all
who turned up
for the wake
sweet fudge caramel
ice cream
cold as a glacier
have to
stall
here at this place
this moment
as words
freeze
JUST MAYBE
maybe
if was just
bad juju
maybe you ran
into an electronic storm
your SUV cartwheeling
from zero to eighty
in two
point seconds
one day
we should sit down
put our
heads together
talk
about it
that is if the Fates
let you live
your soul
neither ascending
or descending
to
place of absolute rest
in a mind-
blowing shower
of hideous,
deadly,
fundamental sparks
DARKER TURN
when I die
condense all
I was
and now am
into a love poen
single, short, to the point
thing of night and dream
and moment when
all our darkness
all that
we are
of darkness
thrives, comes alive
knows
the bliss
of a star
when I die
turn me into
a love poem
short
and to the point
nothing special
of diamond, golden
thing in the heavens
like Romeo’s heart
speaking plainly
not
(as Juliet did envision)
beautifully scattered
and then
if I am read
(if you
are the one to read)
put
what did, what was
into some
forever parenthesis
just to say, remind me,
that I am
thing of absence,
thing of
the darkness now
this
small, petty life that
writes
being so
preoccupied with what it says
what said
took a
sweeter, darker turn
poems 2 die for