fanniesson - Poems

I’d like to go to Arizona maybe Nevada
sit on the desert floor look at the mountains
and all that sky pray, no doubt cry,
tell God I’m sorry beg his forgiveness
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She was sent home to die plain & simple.
Paperwork needed and her insurance
didn’t warrant keeping her comfortable
in a hospital bed medicated
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He walked the dog everyday
the way he said he would,
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lying in bed 24 hour weather channel
telling me don’t worry
it’s gonna be bright & sunny tomorrow,
pint of ben & Jerry's, box of gourmet
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I understand when I'm dead I'm dead,
just a soulless piece of meat,
'if there's even such a thing as a soul, lying
in some crematorium somewhere waiting my turn
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What a place to end it all.
What a place for your last fall
What a place to meet your maker.
Hunting grounds for the undertaker.
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like the elephant when it senses its death is near,
and breaks from its herd to head off to their
hidden burial ground,
though now that I think about it.
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If you should find me dead
I'm not with the lord, so.
Don't comfort yourself
in thinking so, or that.
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They were a thing for a while,
the ice cream man and aunt Fanny.
My aunt who came for supper one Sunday,
when I was a kid and stood twenty-seven years
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My old man was never around,
for one reason or another,
and neither was my mother
when you get right down to it,
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