I've put you away
Like splinters, like jam,
Like the old Christmas tree.
I've hidden you in small brown
Coffins, buried you in my
Little upstairs sepulchre,
Bare bulb and knotted string.
And when I visit you,
I will not lay flowers or bells.
I will lay broken bits of branches
Planning soon, to see this pyre blaze.
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2 comments:
Glenn,
Not to sound creepy, but I miss watching you write. Your new stuff is great, man.
Much love,
Jon
"bare bulb and knotted string" is my favorite line you've ever written.
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