The Day After What We

called a wake, although we slept,
worthless disciples in the garden
of doubt and anguish over the
tumbling foothold of grief,

We smoked cigarettes, switched
to beer to get soberer, shaved
and put on clean clothes, clothes
we’d bury ourselves in,
were we dead ourselves
and not walking in the long shadow

behind the grave.

 

 

 

This is one of three poems I intend to post as the next three entries.

 

 

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3 thoughts on “The Day After What We

  1. This has that mysterious elliptical quality of meanings that energize the center fom the peripheries. It lives in the mundane, but its mysterious quality originates in the meaning we might invest it with, especially the associations surrounding death. Again, you do some very intresting things in this poem.

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