Second poem I wrote today. I actually have a third I'm working on as well. I had a lot of sitting time today before work. This one I wrote at a Chipotle. I learned a long time ago how to tune out music and chatter and just work.
My Skull
Let’s understand each other
I keep a totem, a grinning skull
that balances on the jaw
between light and wall
it chews my pens
it nods along for my story moods
we love to be wrong together
to love destruction, cherish doom
my laugh and his laugh are a merge
of macabre moods
I’ve had it long
Since when my mother said,
“I will die of this, soon or not soon”
and it appeared, following
on my usual home route, rolling
with the sound of a dropped bowl
let’s also understand
I know her ghost
always the same ghost
he wears his brown suit loose
he stretches into a father’s skin
I can hear him creak the porch
jimmy at the shingles
some nights his lips will find window seams
and he’ll inhale our home’s breath
taste the progression of her health
and that’s when my skull will tell me
of worse deaths than I know
than I will live, and we laugh enough
to fill the house again with rare air
No words to give other than I enjoyed reading. :)
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