you flat-lined in a speckless green room
long nursing that saline bit of light
departing all, the tactics, ploys
the body that you thought was you
with all its hopes and needs and joys
has up and gone, it slipped away
so now you search for haunts anew
nowhere to go, no way to stay
the heartbeat line is flat, a bow
to fleeting breath, and hope’s decay
they note the time of death as now
and exeunt all, give o’er the play
Leaves me pondering: perhaps a homeless sequel to “I Don’t Love Places” ?
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Interesting, they do seem related… one a somber epilogue to the other’s clunky humor.
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I felt some dialogue between the two….. a homelessness both material and for lack of another word spirit-ual. In fact I felt it expressed to me something I’ve not articulated – never quite finding ‘your place’. In any case thank you for penning and sharing.
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