999
999
Finality and Completion
***apologies for cursing***
Stairs cleaned lead to gray gates, last one of great genes
A day late, walked up just 8 beams, the grave slate
Carved theme has my last name, on the name plate
Paused wait, my eyeballs lean and leak salt streams
No daylight, unresolved schemes, memories on memes
Passed by on websites, stage fright, God, the reaper’s fate
No stage door or lamp lights, I pull up a chair for debate
No better time to ghostwrite the whole scene a bad dream
Like a court date, it holds weight and keeps seams
No stitch unseamed, the conclusion of this all, it predates
The strings left uncleaned, the lengths were misplaced
A saint of someone else’s saint, fate is that machine
The pain it creates, postdated, sad room, dolls, and figurines
Waiting for someone to intervene, happiness escapes,
Wine glasses and foolish prate, bad carpets need updates,
The pastor’s presence negates any faux joy conceived
Siblings berate each other, reaching in the in-betweens
curb appeal, house deeds, what the will will read, fucking ingrates
their hate translates to reality, not one of them chaste
A sept soul effaced from the soil; their hands washed clean
Interlaced fingers in deep thought, greed impedes and weaves
Like a virus baits the body, and wreaks havoc untraced
By any means, in smithereens, around a pine box they conjugate
Groups of two, an hour’s waste, each pair spitting disease.
This chapter is shaped, signed, and grieved, flora and wreaths,
The pain recedes, like a dull knife digging, it slowly fades
To completion it concedes, sunk into a cavern of brown paints,
Closed gates, Saint Pete with open arms, we finally breathe
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A funeral where no one really wants to be yet must go along with protocol. Great phrasing, Paul. Well done.
Thanks Phyllis. No one ever wants to be at a funeral. There’s always someone there more concerned with inheritance and money than with the loss of a loved one. Appreciate your comment
Very nice. This poem was not as rythmic as 777 but this poem displays incredible story telling. I enjoyed it very much. Jamie
Thanks Jamie. Sometimes I get that urge to follow a strict cadence sometimes I just let the words take me to my destination. Appreciate your kind words