COME, SWEET LIFE

a romantic note clipped
my heart in static
traffic            i heard my heart
beating say, “this breathing
is laboriously lovely”
while in grid-locked life
my casket has four wheels
and i’ve a title at work
that clearly i wish not
my epitaph — and the words
i hear in halls without
souls, the colors of sight
which not match naturing
wisdom…no! not once ounce
of me
–i believe in mysteries
and have made many too
it is the beautiful zero
the forgotten memory
COMING TRUE

:: 08-21-2015 ::