poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

they were both dressed
in (not cognito)
black

while
i walked thru gray skylights
soggy bird puddles

as
we both crossed the street
i thought

everyone must die

and i wondered whose funeral
the two were going
to sit and pick their fingers at

1 comment:

AC said...

I heard a fly buzz when I died—

"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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