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PECKINPAH DISCIPLE
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JOURNAL # 40
dead brown bird
laying precariously
in a winter stripped oak
a stoic layer of grief
pancaking
two deaths
eternal atop
the temporary
eyes trace the
icy rain splatters
perhaps
funeral directors
sent by the wind
tree shivers
like a naked neighbor
terrified
as it realizes
there is a dead bird
among its branches
decomposing further
standing in shirt sleeves
a numbness deep within me
distinctly echos those thoughts
Sam Peckinpah would love this
if he were but alive
I say aloud to
the abyss in myself
as I shut the front door..................
(March 10, 2011 1244)
dreary and deep.. I like :)
dreary and deep.. I like :)
I followed the inspiration.
had been watching a lot of depressing documentaries on PBS about the great depression. That was the catalyst but thanks for the thoughtful comment. Sincerely, M.