Thursday, July 19, 2007
Coffin
The clock struck twelve; and she arose, to
the knowledge of somewhere in between-
moonshine/sunshine- a mere fog in her
mind. And she began preparations, not
so much routine as it is exhilaration, for
her party in this spanking (new) coffin.
She would expect her lovely parquet to
be covered with confetti; streamers hung
by the pillow. A chocolate cake to die for;
and some pudding for dessert. Another
gulp of wine for the sake of sleep, to
wake another time; for another party.
Only to realise, this is another lie-
for another day, for another life.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:35 pm
The clock struck twelve; and she arose, to
the knowledge of somewhere in between-
moonshine/sunshine- a mere fog in her
mind. And she began preparations, not
so much routine as it is exhilaration, for
her party in this spanking (new) coffin.
She would expect her lovely parquet to
be covered with confetti; streamers hung
by the pillow. A chocolate cake to die for;
and some pudding for dessert. Another
gulp of wine for the sake of sleep, to
wake another time; for another party.
Only to realise, this is another lie-
for another day, for another life.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:35 pm
