must i tell you
that when i die
keep me among the living
do not bury me like a rotten carrot
do not put me in your drying mouths
that are thick with old sex
take away the pictures of my final shot
remove the canisters which may contain
a dream of mine not yet finished
call out to whomever speaks of me
as gone
as a goner
tell my land lady that i will be late this month
but i was late every month
have a grinning beer with me
eat grotesquely with me
love with me or just me
this wanting unfurled like a strawberry
in a pocket during a deep summer
that stain that will only wash out after you do
is what i have always been
and now
in this small barking
that a cat can try if it is brave enough
that a dog will forget when it is not
all i will remain
after the practice of a lifetime
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above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.
it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be you again. get a copy here: https://goo.gl/zsyqVD
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