Dispenser II (an updated version of an older poem)

my brain won’t forget the connection
It won’t forget the hurt of ironclad iron curtain indifference
And romantic comedies have told me you should be able to make the difference
For me

Coroner’s Report: Poem for Tom Sloane

The pessimistic parts of me All thought we were heading For an autopsy You and I In your clinically white bedroom Identifying the cause of death Sharp and sterile And dispassionate Both of us knowing full well What we will find Weighing on the chest cavity, Blocking the throat Heart murmurs but low pressure Slow […]