meteorite

2.1
This year it has been
7 so far
5 girls, in periphery.
Something pretty big is under the house
Makes clunking noises.
(this is literally, it's under my bedroom, a cat maybe)?


I went out to remember the dead.
Found nothing but drinks that dulled
Flatscreen TV's
Flatscreen faces
People quietly flatlining their minds
waiting for it to end.
I drift away from the fishes cast in amber
from the eagles nesting next to the river
Where we were stopped in traffic.
We are linked by insanity,
By grief, by loss, by laughing
to salve the wounds
the ever bleeding side
of life we are cast into
molded by
separated from others more and more,
each time another drops off
crumbles and narrows the path
till the iron structure shows through
Dull
Heavy
Utilitarian in purpose and design
As our friends' colors shred away.
we look across
heavy lidded
Heart moltened and solidified
charred and blackened and dense
drawn dark and inward
at having passed thorugh so many stars.
It will never end.
Not until we are all dust,
scattered, bled together
as we do
in life.
We drink to thin our blood
constrict our cells in laughter
reweave time
to our better liking
wash and wash and wash
our tears and blood away
till our hollowed past
blows through us from the inside
so many emptied rooms
wind through chambers once tapestried
with the livid veins
Of those we loved.