Monday, April 23, 2007

NaPo 07 #19: Slumber


I saw you dead, a smorgasbord
of flesh arranged in a box, pine,
a Blenheim I think, with loose-screwed
handles for decoration. But the dead
don't smile unless the corpse-artists
overstuff the cheeks, and your snores
were breaking my dream-threads.

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