Sometimes I forget. I forget that my admonitions fall on deaf ears. I forget, have forgotten, have never known, the sound of my name in your voice or the feather light whisper of your fingers on my face. Pre-dawn hours, both so raggedly exhausted that our conversation is nothing but giggles and ridiculous flights of fancy. Your eyes are exhausted. You haven’t smiled in years.
I miss you.
(c) 2008
5.3.08
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The leopard seal snaps his jaws, sinking the teeth into the blubbery belly of an emperor penguin. This is poetry. The scarlet ink spews across the virgin snow.
The last words of an alcoholic Japanese painter.
I listened and nodded and perhaps this was enough. The squalor filled my eyes and ears and nose. The rain tapped the roof and the halogen light flickered. I held his hand as he slipped away. The ectoplasm shivered somewhere unknown. I flick the ash from my cigarette and spit into the gutter.
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