The Body Too Has Died

February 22nd, 1973 at 10:04 pm (Featured Poems, Once, Poetry)

I cannot live
and yet I cannot die
I cannot stay a buried oyster
waiting to be found beneath the sea
Nor can I eat forever
on the dreams of lies

Oh when the heart is pale and dead
the body, too, has died

Nor can I move in empty shadows
asking weakly in voices strange
All the questless, unimportant questions
of how? or why?
While all the seeming motions of my lying body
are mere deceptions
to the brain

Oh when the heart is pale and dead
the body, too, has died

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Tears

February 5th, 1973 at 10:36 pm (Once, Poetry)

These words are but my tears

now fallen on the page,

and the tears are but

the lonely leftovers

of all my dreams…

Dreams

that softly have exploded

into an empty

rageless rage,

and tears like rainy sheets

that crash across the page

in silent screams.

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