Funeral Space Poems

Without a body, a mortuary is wasted space
Empty as a tomb most days of the week,
A pity when the homeless need a lovely place
Living in...

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Let's cast these words at a funeral like shards in clay pots
like hard sounds n bright noise of memories of this lot 

of feelings real...

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Angel wait in detonated forms 
black ragged thorns wrapped 
around stained cruciforms…

Singular saints dark faint 
forms hide in corners not 
washed in candlelight 
as crows...

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From the pages of a strangers life
I note how the seas are searene
Coming upon the Gas Stations glowing lights 
There in the distance it sits...

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Staring into the Void of a White Room,
Trying to see imagery coalesce from infinity 
Mind rims with fear, red sears the horizon, insanity!
Lookin into nothing...

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“History, is a nightmare from which I’m trying to awake.” -James Joyce

A burnt blonde freckled white man stands in a white bathing suit
With red raw...

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Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden...

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Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I...

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My wings have spread for an ending's flight,
My soul soared long before this day.
Love was fairly unfair , yet my heart lacks despair,
Let the space...

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Arno Vale
Bristol’s Necropolis
City of the Dead
Where the dead and living
In the daytime co-exist.

The path leads full circle
Around the tomb stones, chapels and trees
Tombstone white and...

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So oft I'd heard its soul intent
the performed center, not rebound
could bury once and then compound
the years between, cycle's renown!

Now given over to the Earth
no...

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I am now the reluctant bearer of a great and vacant void. A place that once was filled with warmth and light… Now hollow. Empty....

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expanding negative-space

...from the eye
of an artist's
howling-pen
language-weeps

language-weeps

after-words language-weeps

from the wounds that reason makes;

seep from wounds of omission,
seep from some-deep-super-scary-Sa?sKara,
seep from some gimme-gimballed lurching-duality,

trembling from the loss...

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I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I...

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