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)