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I'm wilting, squeeze
dried in a clinching,
liver spotted vellum grip
youthful glory fading fast

I'd choose barrel, blade, or noose
if I were brave,
but I'd rather cloud-watch
folded in the numb embrace
of a distant sunrise, snow-glow
flakes stinging, clinging,
to finally still my noisy finger-pulse.

After lab coats reveal my visceral secrets,
stitch my jaundiced eyes tight.
My tired gaze is not for seeing.
Stuff my cheeks with wild cotton,
parting lips in a marshmallow smile.

Plant buttercups in my empty skull,
and bury me facing east
until I bloom.

I'm paper, fresh from the ream.
twisted in a spy-glass fist
peering into noon.
finally wise like Socrates,
knowing nothing
for there is nothing left to know.

------
Smile if you're stupid,
laugh if you understand.


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The following comments are for "Yellow Requiem"
by Bartleby

Welcome back Bart!
SAoo happy to see you back here my friend...hope you're here to stay...we missed you!

Having grown up in the funeral business...I was amused at the reality of the stages you described right down to the cotton in the mouth!!!! But as for the buttercups in the skull...I'm afraid we didn't think of that one...pity...it sounds so romantic as part of a ritual that is anything but!!

I just love this Bart...you make dying sound so ethereal...I just hope I also bloom somewhere when I depart...just not for awhile though. With my luck...I'll just be another weed to be pulled!

Stay awhile!

Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: June 5, 2010 )

Hel's embrace
As Bea noted, you've presented a gorgeous picture of death here. And if you become like Socrates in your ignorance, at the end, does that mean you become wise as well? Or perhaps the awareness of ignorance is necessary for Socratic wisdom, rather than ignorance alone.

My favourite:

"Plant buttercups in my empty skull,
and bury me facing east
until I bloom."

Lovely.

( Posted by: manatee [Member] On: June 6, 2010 )

Until I bloom
Welcome back. Nicely done.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: June 6, 2010 )

yeller
Not bad. Not fantastic. Pretty .. umm .. what's the word I'm looking for .. sour? melancholy? muddled?

And end it all up with a paraphrase of that dude from Hogan's Heros, all like "I know nothing" and stuff.

( Posted by: BorderlineSchizophrenic [Member] On: June 10, 2010 )





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