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  • Fall, I Did

    Fall, I did today saw the Inbox, one message from a name of a person who’s no longer a person hasn’t been for years because he’s gone on, on Billy Billy who died of an aneurism or a catastrophic stroke I can’t remember which brain stem is a bad place for a bleed Fell, he…

  • Missing

    The ache is always there but it gets better It becomes bearable It becomes livable She meant the pain she felt for the loss of her son Still her words come back to me Because I remembered her today I remembered when we breathed in the same room Together I remembered her pain and my…

  • A Relationship Death Poem

    A Relationship Death Poem because in times of stress one has to fall back on what one knows and everyone could use a little death now and again. A Relationship Death Poem that’s not really a poem at all but an exercise in self-soothing behavior. A Relationship Death Poem because I like it dark and…

  • Dying Starts Here

    I worry when someone goes into the hospital Kidneys shutting down Liver shutting down We don’t know why may never know whywhywhywhywhy haven’t we had enough of this already once the dying starts, it doesn’t stop Clogged arteries are blocked lifelines legs becoming starved for oxygen good news he has periphery veins and leg pains…

  • Resting Place

    My mother gave me pictures of her and her son both dead We all die sooner or later No one comes into the world thinking she will suffer a lingering, painful death or that he will die of a ruptured ulcer We all die quickly or slowly We all die of trivial things which is…

  • time spent

    bored not hurting anybody scrolling through the numbers in my phone   I saw the name had forgotten the name already was surprised it was there in my phone when she no longer is here  on earth   I pressed delete before I could think too much time spent thinking   how long will it…

  • happen

    I take a break from my guilt A night of fun with my unrequited love He’s unrequited but not really my love I need him for much bigger things Bob Seger’s voice haunts Somewhere tonight someone’s thinking back to someone who got closer   I try hard to concentrate this song is about me this…

  • How to Get On with It for the Love of Jesus

    If you have to use Aspercreme on sore muscles, wash and rewash your hands. Once or twice is not good enough, because should the icy-hot fire somehow get around your what-not area, it will burn for hours and you will be miserable. If you haven’t already done so, just get on with it. Eat chips…

  • Stones

    Consider it written in stone. The stone at the head of a non-descript grave at a non-descript cemetery on the outskirts of some field in the middle of nowhere. Here she lies. This is how it will go. Tomorrow, there will be tears. Tomorrow, there will be a long, sad drive home and an even…

  • Go Quietly

    Neither of us will go quietly. That was obvious from the first. Her moans and denials and fight are only restrained by the liquid morphine that courses through her veins. She will not go quietly.   On the way to see her. On the way to see her for the last time. I did not…