what has become of us? damnable deaths!
auto-anthropology is all that has appealed to me
spin a yarn of swirling
down an open sewer grate
swim a while, sure,
for the half that can relate
Tag: death
poem: contemplating global deaths
contemplating global deaths
check this handy chart
party down, Florida style
I swear, it shouldn’t hurt
tali aleh kuul
poem: delay death, is that the object?
delay death, is that the object?
where’s the power needed for that?
enterprise electrified
and now the fear of God along
poem: naiveté, now that’s a topic
naiveté, now that’s a topic
curious peers and connections — eye contact;
whirling around a prescribed chunk of room while you’re
bending and lifting and talking and talking
and scrubbing and now and then
wishing for death to come
and it pays every day same as the rest
coming in, not going out
and a rush of wisdom crashing through the window
coming in, not going out
(the gods be praised).
It was just a squealing brake – pneumatic –
but it sounded like the voice
of this dead age
sky or wind or outer space somewhere
perhaps some god might
some proper-noun in the sky
or wind
or outer space somewhere
cruising in the wake
of a comet
’cause some charismatic autocrat
is dying
Logan Bright — Works 