a beautiful death

Don't tell me how a poem is

with your spelling all correct 

and syntax in context 

all lined up (ducks in a row) in deep and meaningful order.

Here the tides are always turning

this way and that, sleepless

as the earth falls from my shoulders,

feathers twisted, into open space.

too many descriptive words

and superlatives

weighing down

how I feel

 about breathing underwater.

I come to your funeral

crying out to death

come out, come out,

embrace me

I am only and always absolutely for you.

because we all must die

Perfections toll eating acid like my empty shell of a heart
a heart still echoing the beat of one hand clapping
clapping for you for everything you've ever done
laying me out, next to you
under the earth
to a death worthy of this only Life.

We were dancing to everything
relentless as the waves that break and burn as the world turns
wearing me out, falling me down
tearing love itself apart.

Legacy of time leaning out to hold us,
these growing years
ticking down to this old moment
rolling over my naked soul
all I ever am
most finally okay with me.

the curve of remembering

And when I opened my eyes they were all right there again

staring as if it were my own wake at which I have awoken

(and maybe it is)

and yet the loneliness remains

no longer a ravenous beast who would devour me

just a boy who has lost his father

a shadow with good reason not to trust the light

in this storey wrote beyond it's happy ever after

until everything I'm wanting to forget forgo's me

And I want all of it right back, like life wants you.