Saturday, December 22, 2018

Dinner with a Friend (Grim Reaper)

My severed head I walk around with.

Look up to me.

While I admire death.

There’s only pain and suffering.

Every once in a while there’s joy.

An abstract beauty in a world of pain.

I adore.

Well, now it’s poetry to my ears.

To see the great beyond.

I’m here and I’m staying.

I’ve made it.

I guess a sunset is a painting.

There’s a palette of beauty.

In an early death.

Why am I not surprised it happened so fast?

It wasn’t meant to last.

It’s over.

No other.

In the dirt.

No one hurt.

A rebirth.


Just another skull,

Materializing into earth.