last night's hearse is still idling;
as the day's hopes kick-out last night's.
don the new day's dawn, minutes away.

every noise is magnified. even loud
is quiet, waiting for the music to stop.

all these days, pile-up. i drag them along
making my life: people in tow: brothers,
mother, bride, daughter, grandson.

hey all you cancer patients...'what's
eating you?' and cardiologists at my door,
each with broken hearts, that don't work.

when you're through with me today, just
pitch me in a pile in the corner. i'll live;
maybe. maybe not. talk about a kicker.

i want the morning to stay dark; stay young.
virginal...let me strike the match that
lights today's sun, let me matter, to you.

kiss me like the horizon lays open for all the sky
to fall on, meet and cover. start me, finish me.
and cradle-me-down at an old dog's front paws.

let him lick me until every tomorrow has passed;
then i'll still not go quietly, today's order:
i want some weather, whether or not you do.

09/16/2010

Posted on 09/16/2010
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