06-24-2018, 10:47 PM
This is your place, hidden beneath words
that sit quietly like flowers
atop a gravestone,
Or hidden behind the flowers at a gravestone.
bulky with an extended epitaph.
Of course, you were just drunk.
Eyes bloodshot from blacking out,
All a dream, or a half-dream, in the world but not of it? That theme?
mouth dry from metaphor,
The only line that sticks out. Singers' mouths can get dry from singing all the same songs.
one hand stained, while the other
is clean as unused paper.
Why not blank paper? Or has somebody already suggested that?
This is your place, a piece of you
resting between pages, stiff, dry,
small part of something grander,
missed the moment it fell out.
This missed the moment it fell out too.
Your skin becomes sensitive to breezes,
fingers desperate to know any touch,
brain imagines ironies where others
see only what is there.
This could be embellished. It looks thrown in just because it seems appropriate.
This is your place, reserved at the head table,
speeches describing your contribution,
wine sweet as anesthetic, applause louder
than a mother comforting her dead son.
Maybe: than a mother's comforting of a failed son.
or accepting of a failed son.
or acceptance
that sit quietly like flowers
atop a gravestone,
Or hidden behind the flowers at a gravestone.
bulky with an extended epitaph.
Of course, you were just drunk.
Eyes bloodshot from blacking out,
All a dream, or a half-dream, in the world but not of it? That theme?
mouth dry from metaphor,
The only line that sticks out. Singers' mouths can get dry from singing all the same songs.
one hand stained, while the other
is clean as unused paper.
Why not blank paper? Or has somebody already suggested that?
This is your place, a piece of you
resting between pages, stiff, dry,
small part of something grander,
missed the moment it fell out.
This missed the moment it fell out too.
Your skin becomes sensitive to breezes,
fingers desperate to know any touch,
brain imagines ironies where others
see only what is there.
This could be embellished. It looks thrown in just because it seems appropriate.
This is your place, reserved at the head table,
speeches describing your contribution,
wine sweet as anesthetic, applause louder
than a mother comforting her dead son.
Maybe: than a mother's comforting of a failed son.
or accepting of a failed son.
or acceptance