Exploring the silence echoing from shoes
with each footstep, echoes that linger
like fingers tracing headstones
Taking the ribbon from my hair
Shaking it loose, letting it fall
carrying weight of those who procrastinate
as the dark cradles one’s ought’s
of memories unfed
among empty chairs, unsettling my chili
thickening the broth, death rising
from depth echoing from shoes
and those of intimacy sharing spoons
with the bones that resonate
on stale crackers
stumbling through remnants of madness
and the haunting beauty of the dead
speaking chowder
Help me make it through the night
Lord, it’s sad to be alone








Righteous darkness, Adagio…
I, too, ponder these things…
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Thank you.