Sunday, April 02, 2006

44

There were 44 people
At my funeral
I liked
Four
I
Didn’t know the others

The grass smelled like diesel
Ash
Gas
Cigarettes
1978 or 9

I wrote
Better yet
Sang
A song
As wide
As Alaska as
dead as
Buddha’s toenails
As
Easy as apples

I loved all 44
One
For each caliber

3 comments:

The Stiltwalker said...

I like this piece. Will visit often...

LT said...

Thanks Stilt. I'll do the same over yon.

Melissa Ayotte said...

I like this piece a lot. BTW I visited via Funky Brewster's Blog.