On my tombstone
Doesn't look like me.
I wonder why
My friends who
Parked me never visit.
Am I forgotten?
For I am surely dead.
Does no one want to know the rest?
Where is my hero?
Sparked not the favor of even one?
(I never knew to either love or fear selfishly.)
The fat ochre worms-
Breeched my casket in death,
Personal vault & camaraderie in life.
My hair jet-black remains,
Ebony as the nighthearts that
Willed forth fate's abandonment.
I look in the parking lots.
I will find them, and their children…
Thursday, October 31, 2013
"Raven-Haired Beauty of Gudger, Still Wanders"