Death, Despair & Desperation

Deep Inside My Head

A buzzing. A whooshing pressure.

My body is here but where am I?

Deep inside my head

The empty seat in front of me comes back into focus

I dreamt a lacquered coffin

Now I see one

People I should know milling about

Exiled from the family, I keep a respectful distance

This poses a semantic problem for people:

“I’m sorry for… your loss?” Their loss? The loss?

I can’t process this strange mix of emotions

So I stay deep inside my head

And wait for my body to walk away

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Thud

The bluebird was at full speed

So was my car

Thud is the sound of killing freedom

Thud is the end of life

Thud is a deadly warning

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When I Grow Up

When I grow up I will be young

Nothing that’s come before will count

I won’t remember any blemishes

I will be an expert in many things

I will use my unique insight to write poems

And save birds

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