Saturday, March 8, 2014

eulogy


she was poised for the big blue screen
notebook gestation pen period
it seams 
she bound drink tickets
to heavy suitcases
ready to blow this sam hell city

hair prim and pinned up
post-pool swim
showered in jean and tee draped delicacy
free keds from her latest acquaintance
her face soft as sunrise
befitting she lay eyes on her day ahead

fingers like swans
gracefully feathered chords strung
down from the gaping emblems
of a life well worn

always wandering
lost and found herself daily
she held her fares in hand
set alarms
checked out of rooms 
doors 
homes 
relationships

for a life full of musty vans
admiring auteurs
cheap food
and free beer

and all we were left with,
scattered left behinds and unfinished works
tiny peepholes
closeted shrines
muppets and popcorn
crackling echoes
resembling memoirs

and a trunkful of shoes.

the only eames i'd aspired to.
kurt would have laughed vicariously 
four times for sure, for suzie

and the last words written
in hazy chalk spirited fling.

"i am, only what you forget to erase."

remember me.

xxx.

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