the ache of
mid-september
comes along with painful
understanding not to speak
of time between your
death
and now so long
I do not want the rubbish tip
of platitudes dumped
in this abyss no bridge
the gaps so like false teeth
we take them out
to eat
plan A is immortality
ReplyDeletenice work Kerri.
ReplyDelete(I sometimes picture platitude,
cliche and dead language bulldozed
into landfill)