Saturday, September 8, 2012

INDEPENDENCE DAY 2012


Sleep is dinner for the dead

we serve severed heads
On the silver plates of dreams
soaked in the sauce

of our blackened blood
my fingerprints
on the gossamer wings of Time
have begun to fade

Waiter,
death is the last blank check
I will be signing
And it will be your tip

I am ready
For the next course.

1 comment:

  1. I just discovered your blogs today. I am immediately drawn to both your poetry and your literary theory. Your advice to those wishing to pursue a PhD in English was also engaging. I teach at a small university in a southern state of USA. I currently hold an MA in English with TESL option. My blog is my egocentric view of the world and my place in it, but it does contain some poetry. I have published four books of my own. Are your books available on Amazon?

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