(Downtown Aurora 2002, 35mm B&W)
i do not know if i believe Death is real
Until it happens, Death is like the lochness monster
Bigfoot, God, the Devil, Jimmy Hoffa
angels dancing on the heads of matchstick men
the phone ringing and you already know who is calling
that last word in the Sunday crossword
the ultimate truth or everything we never believed
meeting the toothfairy on the subway at 6am on a Monday eating a croissant and reading the Times
the dance step you can never quite get
the piece of popcorn stuck in your teeth
Does personifying death satisfy me?
It still looms, large as an ostrich egg in a hummingbird nest.
I still cannot fathom non-exsistence.
1 comment:
by that, keep in mind that sleep's a little death in every day
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