greener postures

from by dead galaxies



pincince said “a pastor had died”, night before last
“there hundreds wrapped around the block awaiting his wake”
a final service had yet to be set - the date was unclear
but my noble newsman assures me that the day will appear
as recent as tomorrow will become, eventually

halfway through the day, the lines barely changed
starving souls of praise, blending in to be saved

i guess i’m just hollow ‘cause i couldn’t help but smile
at the thought of a still-host greeting guests…
quite the gloomy dinner party

under-dressed for overcast, i found myself inside at last
as the thunder had a laugh, i stood behind a man in black
just then my informant walks in, brushing the rain away from his hat

avoiding all contact
i made my way gallantly to the front of the room with ease
among the vagabonds trying to find permanent reprieve
upon a considerate knee considering what had come over me
i got up, and whisked myself outside to find an honest breeze


from chatter. bluebird. artichoke, released July 16, 2016



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