Requiem For Living
the sunshine dancing about the nebulas
lands squarely upon the earth
then peeks through the kitchen window
with a most inviting smirk
the guitar resting quietly
plagued by strings out of tune
prays there will be time
to play those Mississippi Delta blues
a sonnet screams for pronouns
there is no answer to this call
lying on a sheetless mattress
staring holes in the apartment wall
I am busy, yes I am busy
don’t they know I am busy
I am busy, oh so busy
busy dying
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