A common meander this
need for answers the
seventh note leans on the
eighth like a greasy stranger
We fight the hardness of our lives,
stuffing the jar with gods,
hunting the wild epiphany
One day it all comes
screaming down –
a one becomes a no one.
You are left with the
privilege of living,
of adding to the painting
Cerulean, azure, lapis lazuli
married with marillion a
pleasing maroon,
cast away
Tethered by fact I am
not the best of friends I
cannot give you the
consolation you deserve
But I will sit on your
last chair as you curse
the bureaucracy of death and
play with your late wife’s
indefatigable dog
And I will drive your
furniture to Jackpot, Nevada
As we pass through Elko,
a grassfire paints the sun red.
The smoke seeps through your vents,
conjuring a tear for
something other than grief,
a tired smile
You will have more of
these moments,
and better.
Michael J. Vaughn's twentieth novel, Figment, is now available in both digital and paperback forms at Amazon.com.
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