Monday, August 19, 2013

ep2

 It's raining in my living room
flies buzz
vegetables rot
feed the flowers
and the weeds
of which the latter
is my favorite
what makes something ugly
and another beauty
but eyes
cigarettes
coffee
decomposition
answer the phones in the
office
a little cleaning
funeral home
smell the dead
lying laying loathing
tears and regret
or a happy accumulation
of relief.
strong feelings
absorbed
trying the coffin on for size
playing in the funeral room
you live there after all.
my own eulogy
requiem
god laughing through Amadeus
but did anyone write anything for you?
pictures candles
limo ride
look around i chose to live
you ride on.
i'm with the kid.



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