Tag: dying
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Dying a Death
The last words I’ll ever hear her speak are, “I’ve still got fight left in me.” Or maybe, “I don’t have no fight left in me.” I distinctly heard “fight left in me.” I asked her how she was. Dry: “I’m great.” Floated back into her morphine dreams or nightmares. Later, when I was alone…
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Pounding Posture Discharge
Nasal discharge is carelessly swiped away on my wrist It’s sort of gross but I can’t reach the Kleenex and you know deep down more than allergies I suffer from laziness and besides I’m tired Bad posture he says but he knows the weight in my chest bends me downward like ice on worn-out…
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Response to a Right-Wing Rant
Forgive me for being an asshole but honestly this country was built on bullshit. Living and dying for an idea Freedom Living and dying for a concept Terrorism Living and dying for nothing… Patriotism. Belief in a war and your country is proof that you have been conditioned, your mind reprogrammed, and your…
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Haunted
Her words haunt me in the same way that Holocaust stories do. She said No I don’t want to open my eyes it splatters everywhere death death death. Her words remind me one doesn’t have to see the smoke to smell the ashes.
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My Native Name Could Be “Whinging Weird Jaw”
This rambling post and accompanying whinge is 762 words so I understand if you do not want to go through it all. I’ve underlined the important parts. To answer Patrice’s question. I do not laugh on laughing gas. If left to my own devices, I get nice and high. My endodontist (sounds fancy but…
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Answer
For her to feel our family are vandals carving indifference into her heart Not here She doesn’t use these exact words Where are they? The answer is exacting hissing in the air around and between us burning into the walls and branding our skin every inch words smoking notherenotherenotherenotherenotherenotherenothere
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Venting: Violence is Bullshit
WTF, world. I am enraged that someone planted a bomb in our head of the medical board’s car (I’m an Arkansan, dear reader). Now, he may or may not be a good person or a good doctor–I know nothing about him–but no one deserves to be blown up as they head to work. I am glad he…
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