Wednesday, August 20, 2008

If I should die today   Or tomorrow   Or sometime   While you are still   Bouncing around   make of my dust   a tiny blackened   pyramid,   a memoir of our careless   Jaunts about the planet     we smiled indulgently   At Dubai’s gleaming towers  You said,   “Vegas on the Hudson.”   And we ho-hummed    Crumbling beauty from   Another day   Foolishly wearing flipflops   To walk the searing, hot   Egyptian sand   A field of summer stars   In the hot Egyptian night   Was no match   For our love or lust   (Call it what you will.   We were panting for   Cool sheets   and a locked door).   You pointed to a star   And told me it was mine..   (as if I cared   For Mother Goosey   Children’s tales)   Add a little spit to   Make my ashes cling   To the shape   we saw in Giza   Before you bailed   fling it where  my   Face should be….   A good three or four inches   Below the stone   according to my   calculations.                       --M.E.Daley 10:13:10 AM    comment []

AOL AND USERLAND; WHERE IS MY POST UPLOADED YESTERDAY?   9:34:55 AM    comment []