Walter invited us over, he wanted to see us before
he dies. He's 86 with stage five liver cancer
now metastisized to all the minor giblets.
He's had days to live for three months now.
He started fast but faded quickly, the pain
the medicine he didn't take to stay lucid
wincing shut his thoughts, side-tracking
subjects into disconnections, wincing open
his crystalline awareness of his confusion.
He always liked me, my wife his second-cousin
removed or whatever but he her uncle in practice,
Walter, who likes me, we recognize we're
Brothers in Bullshit. He spooked for Langley
during the Cold War's Greatest Hits,
we never knew doing what. Today he said he conducted
interrogations, he winced, he open closed
opened his mouth, he looked at me, not my wife
not her brother, focused, said he deserves this pain,
winced, winked, lucid, at me, changed subject,
winced to pretend to my wife and brother-in-law
a dying cancer patient's incoherent babble.
Did I see what I saw, hear what I heard? Yes,
he whispered when I leaned down to say goodbye.
I'll tell you more if I see you again, he said.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
[It Seems Important]
It seems important
to write down
I've nothing to say
it seems important
to say I've something
important to say
it seems important
what I think important
is only important
to me, I always knew
I always knew I could prove it
saying so much so often
to write down
I've nothing to say
it seems important
to say I've something
important to say
it seems important
what I think important
is only important
to me, I always knew
I always knew I could prove it
saying so much so often
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
[Anyway, There Was a Zebra]
Anyway, there was a zebra.
Better not ride him, Yesterday
cried, zebras aren't horses though x-rays
deceive. In the mystery of wombs
either/ors are required, vice
fallow but fat as usual.
Given the horse/zebra tension
(handsomely profitable), should
icicles v receptacles
(juicy with melted ice-cubes) queue
killer ratings, predictably
lurid, why curse the orderly
mundane? Always either. Never
neither. Either/or in mundane
order tripping ahead lamely,
petulant as a tailless kite.
Quota's are always thus justified:
raccoons aren't possums. The idea
search's objects must be hiding
teaches nothing can be found, grounds
usually thought a felony
veering too close to earnestness.
When eating either/or's dogma
X is never never, I call
Y who's yelling Z, bellowing
zebra! There was one anyway.
Better not ride him, Yesterday
cried, zebras aren't horses though x-rays
deceive. In the mystery of wombs
either/ors are required, vice
fallow but fat as usual.
Given the horse/zebra tension
(handsomely profitable), should
icicles v receptacles
(juicy with melted ice-cubes) queue
killer ratings, predictably
lurid, why curse the orderly
mundane? Always either. Never
neither. Either/or in mundane
order tripping ahead lamely,
petulant as a tailless kite.
Quota's are always thus justified:
raccoons aren't possums. The idea
search's objects must be hiding
teaches nothing can be found, grounds
usually thought a felony
veering too close to earnestness.
When eating either/or's dogma
X is never never, I call
Y who's yelling Z, bellowing
zebra! There was one anyway.
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