"consternated" poems
Roll me over
check my pulse again
I have just checked my email box
it was empty then
I went to cogitating
about the whys and whatz up now
that I think I litteraly went and had a cow
Roll me over
am I dead
my eyes fixed
looking straight ahead
consternated by the thought
how hard it is to write a page
to your dear old dad, your brother, your friend
you know the son of your Mother?
the guy you grew up with
liked the stuff he wrote
or was it he liked what you had wrote
and that you had grown up too
Roll me over
don't check my pulse
I don't care anyway
I opened up my email
it was empty again today.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 11:36 AM UTC
I met Death today
she shook my hand in a polite manner
then allowed me to adjust to the new
overwhelming reality
as if she knew it would take a while
we bathed in silence;
the consternated and the experienced
little by little getting used to each other's
presence, now and forever
but Death has done this before
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC