Saturday, July 9, 2011
Day 312
6:07 pm; 12:17 am
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80
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One daughter
Singing
Happy Birthday
To her
Dad
Notes drill
Through
The ceiling,
No one
Watches
She dreams
Of
Crooked ghosts
Inhaling the
Smoke
They send
A
Message back
On up
Ahead
They pretend
Like
They do
Not really
Care
Until they
Reach
His Nirvana
To play
Poker
They paint
The
Atmosphere with
Their assigned
Song
They catch
Him
Off guard
With these
Greetings
It is
Time
To play,
Place the
Ante
The ghosts
Watch
Him fold,
Catch a
Breath
They have
Heart
But they
Are still
Crooked
A father
Loses
His money
And still
Smiles
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80, Part 2
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3 sticks of incense
in Gardena
77 birthday candles
in your Nirvana
waiting
to see what I will
put in the bowl
at your altar
hoping to hear me
sing a song to you
we agree
this is the least
I can do yet
is not enough
as it will never
be
but
what if I took
more time?
to light 77
more sticks
of incense
and reach the
total number
you aren’t here
to say whether
that makes
sense, or that it
is nonsense, or that
nothing on this day
will ever be more
than an incomplete
set of candles and
wafts of incense
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tkk
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