She was broken,
we were broken
she meant nothing to me at all
in the end
he said sadly through a cloud of smoke
to his hot Mama, the Goddess
his true love
on the night of his final betrayal.
And they lived happily ever after
until she came back
from the dead and tracked the dirt they buried her in
right up
to
their
front
door.
Trains of Thought Journal Exercise: Deeply Listen to an Upaguru
During the wind storms
that make the trees dance and the oceans and rivers roar
in the cemeteries I’ve worked in
when lightening rips the sky apart
machete in hand
she who tore
looks over me and walks with me
on my uncertain, dark and adventurous path.
Dear World
It’s not customary to list the shortcomings, legal issues or less then savory personality traits of the recently deceased when referencing their lives in print- I mean it would be pretty funny to let an ex spouse or a disinherited child write the obituaries after slamming back a few celebratory margaritas but that is
simply not how it’s done.
So when you are on social media, have a little class for a day or two after someone passes.
With a little common sense and decency you too can master the finer points of
Reaper Etiquette
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