Morphine: Notes from the Dead Letter Office

Since I liked it.

Once a body in motion
The everything has ceased
Clunk, clunk, silence
The meat machine whistle blows,
but the guts are quickly back to work
The lungs like billows expand
The spine shutters electric
Up the base of my structure
Upwards and outwards
Like cooling water drops
The brain erupts
Remnants of video
Fire sucking backwards
Creation of your smile
On the back of my eyes
All this from letters
Formed into words
Stitched together
To make a poem
The spotlight fades
For the next act
The curtain closes

(Friday, July 07, 2006 )