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Random Observations After Your Funeral

Je’free

The sun has set on Sunset Blvd.
coloring the Pacific deep denim

Waves have wiped out
my calligraphy on sand

Pure silence is now married
to the motionless life of nature

The noisy crowd has hushed
like a subsided eye of a hurricane

Paths in the grass have hushed too
from squeaks of wagons

The heart-shaped pebble I tossed away
is still nestled in curls of dead leaves

The atmosphere is still
the Earth’s cocoon

My day, sex weather day for lovers,
endured without punctuation

Medicine cabinets are now as hollow
as a magician’s hat

Your absence has grown tall
in the corridor

Grin, lost somewhere in the folds
of my face, remains

My Adam’s apple is still hung
like a yoyo, still speechless

The frail blue branches of my veins
still carry a part of you

My lion heart, carried by a basket of ribs,
still roars like subway train

Dreams crashed into splinters
inside the mind’s confusion,
causing an aneurysmish rage

Pain is still covered
with veils of sheer deceit

You still make me want to be
the nipple of Everest
screaming your name

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