Thursday, March 10, 2011

Epilogue(s)

A prankster--
cutting, ironic
in silence
stillness:
the being of
end?

The tele rings--
nothing revealed.
The knock at the door--
no-one answers.
The call--
without response.
The gentle wave--
the grave dismiss.
The ear-to-ear smile--
the exclusive simper...

Beginnings:
they always smell of endings, of
water bugs smashed by a slipper, of
candles meeting their end wax, of
letters never mailed, of
the last PM hour turning into,
turning into, turning into,
occasion.

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