What The Fuck Larry

I think we enjoy it

I went only

To see the body

My wax friend

In a suit

Years later another friend

Cleaned up dressed up

Laid out by his friends

Now that cat was dead

That cat could play dead

I just killed a bug

In the kitchen

It’s getting cold

It’s the atmosphere

The living with

The dead
Breathing the dead

So much unburied

So well documented

That’s why you are

Dead when you are

And not was alive

Tomorrow’s all souls day

When the Portuguese feast

But with the earth dying

The trees slowly exploding

The sun unnoticeably distant

We are thinking already

Of next year hoping

for an early spring

she remembered what I told her
since then Jesus is God
the dead were old
the geese suicidal

you can forget
you forgot
what was once read
who it was loved
parents
where you lived
and who was there
if you're lucky
lost on highways
cold
you'll forget

When I realized poetry’s not
What anyone’s said it is
Is when I realized god’s not
What any religion’s described
But God nonetheless