DEAD
SO THIS IS THE DAY OF THE DEAD
We talked of tombstones + a blue dinosaur rising from
my father’s grave He couldn’t be saved her husband of
23 yrs. Wheelchair bound for the final 4 went down for
the count in his early 60’s Steve had small hands
Carl Jung noted that diminutive hands prophecy an early
demise Now beside me astride a bungee rope a guy balances
spideyesque +on his T-shirt it says: fuck life fuck death Sam
Beckett would not protest
Yesterday at the Beckett Trilogy in a darkened theatre coughers
coughed Drowning out the sound of disembodied lips Lady beside
me shouted: Silencio! Cough rheumy +wet turned to choke
Get that rat bastard out of here I broke I broke I broke Beckett
is all about repetition
The longer a man stays in a form not his own the greater is the peril
of losing oneself permanently With depression there is the fear that
should you get clear you may leave some of your best parts in the
blues dumpster This is not necessarily a bad thing especially if
mundanities eat your soul +chitchat is anathema
Now spiderman beside me juggles coloured globes All things have a
name I implore you: discover the name of your shadow and yours
shall be: my get out of jail free card +my bullshit meter even though
I need them so desperately Today China changed its one child only policy
+ the masses will now be allowed 3 Bullshit meter tingling
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeWk1oOPMlw
Dia De Los Muertos 2015
songanddancegirl 