December 23, 2012

poem 467 of a poem a day for 2012

the dead weight matters of Jacob Marley

with carry-on baggage
little castle remains
key kingdoms
burn skin
brand timeless
to taking

there are
no thoughts
just high levers
moments of impact
a book of matches
slowed madness
spilling stillness
enough to steal
ourselves, cell by cell

we go to where
we are spent ash ghosts
wading begins and ends
please, take your time
we, implore you
more, is the door home
to where all our friends
become the weight
of poems again


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