Love and Death

A long bout of confusing days ... i just havent had any time to deal with .. this blog, but i want too

DEATH POEM TO BILL HUGHES

hard not hear
the edges of bits of life pour in thru us
Are you inside yet
they all wanted to ask us

Are we inside yet ....
ARE You
near them

Sitting on a bed he said
I think
I can find out later
near
Water
I think
or holes burnt in beds
Life
just smiling simply
the
night darker
moving past the window
the fastest
thing
when we knew
moving
past
them was upon
us
how
do you let death slip
away