03-17-2014, 06:28 AM
Sunny day cemeteries are wonderful.
Skinny paths and tree groves,
leaves scattering rays into shade
like a morbid disco ball.
Lawns to fall on and make grass angels,
or to mime catch with a dead uncle,
or just sprint childish circles for the heck of it.
Tombstones are personalized Roman ruins
whose runes tempt daydreams to a once boundless lifetime
of passions that burned for rhetoric and horseback.
Bring a few chairs, cheese, and wine,
recline your legs, and bandy away
your days to the echoes of loved ones.
Uncle died. I loved him alive,
but now I feel nothing: am I diseased?
Everyone chokes on tears of endless sorrow,
the drive down smelt of stale silence,
words said were soaked up by all but me.
A lonely, broken emptiness.
I'm a freak, a leper with an antisocial bell
whose amygdala refuses to sit mourning.
If mother knew, she'd send me away.
A little concrete window, a barbwire basketball court.
I'd be a zombie, feasting on other pathological brains.
But my jollies would forever return to tombstones,
to a wilderness born in the shadows of a dying sunset.
Skinny paths and tree groves,
leaves scattering rays into shade
like a morbid disco ball.
Lawns to fall on and make grass angels,
or to mime catch with a dead uncle,
or just sprint childish circles for the heck of it.
Tombstones are personalized Roman ruins
whose runes tempt daydreams to a once boundless lifetime
of passions that burned for rhetoric and horseback.
Bring a few chairs, cheese, and wine,
recline your legs, and bandy away
your days to the echoes of loved ones.
Uncle died. I loved him alive,
but now I feel nothing: am I diseased?
Everyone chokes on tears of endless sorrow,
the drive down smelt of stale silence,
words said were soaked up by all but me.
A lonely, broken emptiness.
I'm a freak, a leper with an antisocial bell
whose amygdala refuses to sit mourning.
If mother knew, she'd send me away.
A little concrete window, a barbwire basketball court.
I'd be a zombie, feasting on other pathological brains.
But my jollies would forever return to tombstones,
to a wilderness born in the shadows of a dying sunset.