i have a name, i have a number you can call.
2005-09-06 6:33 p.m.
i canbury myself
like the dead do when the christians
finally commit their possessions
and follow
i can
swallow each syllable
into silences and sentences
like the dying do when they know
they have left much of life unfinished
and no longer wish to share their secrets
and can no longer believe in their own wisdom
which in the end has done little,
or nothing, that could save them.
(all things pass.)
i can
shiver
these long years out in morse code on my body
in skinprick symphonies
of what it meant, nine years late, to be completely lonely
(all the life that has been lived was lived regretfully before this
and all the life that is now left is left to reminisce
on how different my long life might have been
if i had only known this.)