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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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

4 thoughts on “999

    • February 2, 2023 at 4:26 AM

      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

    • February 2, 2023 at 3:50 PM

      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

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