"I Am Still Thinking and Even Death is an Annoyance"

When a man dies
he slips into a cloud
quietly;
silkworms weave tapestries
over his eyes
like caps on the shutters
of two twin cameras.

The glow of a cigarette
fires inside
his nimbus soul--
breathes until time
stills herself;
nerves short out,
the icicle stops dripping.

I have seen tongues of dahlias
slurp up spirits
sticky with life's
pregnant breath--
larva rolled down
God's boney knee
on the leg of the flower.

Now this Night
is calling my name:
numb strokes on a brass bell--
but I will not take her hand
until I have felt
all the bricks of the red wall
and filled them with regrets.

Reviews

[Neville]

Unable to sleep for some reason so got up at 03.55hrs and read one of the first things that caught my eye whilst trawling through a handful of my previously marked 'Must Read List'

Yeah, I am occasionally a bit sad when it comes to such things but, "Hey, what a strangely refreshing (well at almost four in the morning anyway) read...

I feel like someone just squeezed lime juice and crushed ice in my mineral water. A fantastic read Steven probably at anytime of the day and one to be very proud of as far as I am concerned. All Good Things & Good Night, Neville

[Baby Ricochet]

This is actually rather pretty in it's way. I liked the Stanza with larve rolling down God's boney knee best. It's like God has knee pads and wrestles with Shiva.