No More Poems To The Dead

Be still for a moment.
In the year that I lost you
I drank more than I ate,
roads stank of curbs
which reeked of red
and peered over looming space.

I said: hear now,
in the hour of my undoing,
I reject you,
oh my dead friend,
your fearful symmetry cannot fold me
into the syllogism of paper cranes.
we are done,
finally.

There is nothing left of us,
not even a memory,
not even love,
this evening is just another crest
against the chest
while the heart still beats
to be broken.

* * *

That’s it.

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Comments (6)

  1. connie wrote::

    bee you tea full :)

    happy yet another year!
    que sera, sera!

    Friday, January 9, 2009 at 8:25 pm #
  2. Charlie Fan wrote::

    =) a new year once again. hope you are well, did you come back to cali for holidays?

    Monday, January 12, 2009 at 12:36 am #
  3. connie wrote::

    i did indeed, ever so briefly. have returned to NY for work during the coldest month of the year. so enjoy that cali sunshine ;)

    Tuesday, January 13, 2009 at 1:20 pm #
  4. david wrote::

    who is this one too?

    scary ….

    Thursday, January 15, 2009 at 1:21 am #
  5. david wrote::

    um, i can’t write.

    “who is this one to?”

    Thursday, January 15, 2009 at 1:24 am #
  6. Charlie Fan wrote::

    to oscar. quite possibly the most influential friend i ever had.

    Saturday, January 17, 2009 at 7:36 am #