Another Poem

Sort of an emo poem here guys...maybe not...

Living and Dying in Notre Dame

Blue haze over closed green eyes,
pile of Tylenol on an impromptu ashtray.

Pot smoking: I had always been too afraid of the cops for some reason;
still, I saw your eyes closed on the dirty brown bed in frictionless flicker
of REM beat and

I drowned into cheap, black cloth.

I drowned into raw bedspring.

I drowned below a beacon of mute television commercial
and program and channel click.

And then,
as I breathed,
I saw you breathe faster,
said to a friend on the phone, "Death catches us, now."
He said, "I know somethin's wrong,
but stop being so goddamned overdramatic."

Then, I hung up
and waited to feel it
until I saw it:

Your hair over your pale cheeks.
Your chest heaving up&down
to the meter of life&death itself
in a white camisole.

Your face in the beige pillow that smelled like your menthols
when you left.
Your body next in time&space to mine.
Your subconscious cooing
like a broken gargoyle,
"Take your head out
of the oven, Honey;
I love you."

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