51
They told me
Never
Build a fence
Around your
Tiny cemetery
The averages
Say
Once one part
Of you dies
There will be more
Like rungs
On a ladder
Going down
Into the dirt
This collection… I thought there were only about 52 poems… seems like we maybe going longer… like I cousin you haven’t seen in years… I swear you were just a tiny child… but you are a fully grown adult… how’d that happen… probably like the other night… I’m drifting off to sleep at 12:30ish am… and words start gathering at my minds gate… sometimes I ignore them promising them that they can enter the club when I wake and it’ll still be a good time… and then I open my eyes and the crowd behind the velvet rope is completely gone… empty streets… just a ragged piece of paper being tossed in the breeze between the dense landscape of buildings that makes up my thoughts and feelings… with the occasional allley cat wandering thru ~ who is so cute and may come over if you call to it… careful tho… it’s probably a situation where you pet it ~ it purrs… then whips around and the claws are out… y’know like life.
;-)
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