my tumescent brow
ground in the rocks and stones
the sanguinary earth
caresses my unconscious head

i dream of an azure shroud that envelopes
my uncle's forthcoming carcass
on a hospital bed it copes with
the disaster of pavement

translucent tubes intertwine
feed/bleed life
through glass my gaze
unwanted tears choke my departure

the pain of my own collapsed form
as a bloated red sun slowly sets
reflects my uncles hastened demise
but i awake to the darkness of night

not dead yet
a baptismal of stone
i stand and groggily stumble
unaware of the scar on my forehead

07/13/2009

Posted on 07/14/2009
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