Let me be one of the first to die
Do not let me
say good bye
Place no more
words inside this mouth
Upon this
tongue that falters
without the
scrapings of a pen
I am
inexplicably
on the verge of
tears
and
simultaneously led
to a cave of
grim placation
no goldfinches
to sing to me now
green has
withered
to the shape of
a shadow
Mud fills my
ears and eyes
senses dull to
the
tingling of a
piano playing
a sheet of
black rises
above the
rainbowed lines
I am enveloped
in your
cold black arms
again
sinking to the
grey
as the clock
ticks on the wall
to an empty
room
where a cat
sleeps in the sunlight
waiting for no
one.
12-24-21
TJSEP