CEMETERY PIE

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JOURNAL #20

pieces of death

fall haphazardly

all about thee

like restless knives

being swallowed up by mud

yet in the end

each must truly

or rather more truly than most

survive

faith perhaps best explains this

personal peace is a golden ring

yet one of such sobering acquisition

one of which man all but lives to reach

for

quiet forever (it seems) is to bring

up the phantomed rear

not exactly really needed but

all the same

still

though quite unapproachably

There

offered up no doubt as an

attractive pair

yes perhaps

that fits

just so in the fold

with some subtle flair

ah but nonsense and muse

do be most creative and ever

so self aware

I'm rather fond of this pie

that I have constructed from

such vague ideas on depth

it carries on a most clever

conversation in my enchanted mind

and with such attractive wrath

I call such endlessly delicious silent

cycle of my own

silly self obsession

'Cemetery Pie'

and after such inwardly

outwardly zig-zagging

an explanation

can one even begin to imagine

why

its utter madness

verbally drawn

in yet another fresh bucket

of blinded mirth............

(May 15, 1999)


















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