AutopsyThat man in the emergency room passed away I don't think I ever even knew him So I can't understand why I continue to cryAutopsy
And now the surgeons are coming in the room Organ transplants while the flesh is alive They look like zombies tearing at his bones With hungry gazes, they open his chest
First they pull out his guts, red and raw The only proof to this world that he ever had any And I wish he could have used them in other ways Giving up was such a cowardly thing to do
They take his kidneys second What's left of them anyway Three days and night
tintinnabulationi. you never used to be able to sneak up on me because you always wore bells in your hair and I always smiled and jumped away taunting you to be more inconspicuous [and still, I wonder why I never heard you as you walked away] ii. well, you disappeared all right across the country before I noticed I still turn my head at every sound frenetic to telephones and windchimes [every sound an invitation, every end a disappointment]tintinnabulation
iii. I still haven't noticed you've returned because four years change a person finally learning to ignore incessant ringing
Rememoriesi. It is the flavor of our shared ice cream sweat from the summer heat ticklish sensations and a warm embrace flashes of fireworks behind closed eyes As I wake up once again alone (I'll never see a doctor because this insomnia is all I have left.)Rememories
ii. My friends all think I'm over you You face smudged out in those photos But that's water damage there I clean those pictures every night In the rain to delude myself (The sight of you still makes me remember the day you left)
iii. I'm seventy-seven now I'm afraid of heart transplants &nbs
It is Elementalit is fire igniting like the last embers of the night for a final display whispers between enclosed lips drowned out by cold rainIt is Elemental
it is water ever-changing like pauses between keynotes and pen strokes letters and resolutions titled with the new year
it is air intangible as white clouds just outside your reach daydreams and dandelion spores in the warm breeze
it is earth warm like molten liquid below the cold ground new textbooks and old diaries return us to our own lost lives
On Being Contagious
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