Lukemia Poem by Robert Combs

lava rocks tempt my feet
sunlight skittering along the broken surfwall
assailed by savage bubbles
waving in the mandrill's soft smile
beneath the ocean's weight
and you're changing pantyhose
in a New York City taxi cab careening
across the avenues late
west towards east
for the reading
of my will

here bony cherubs fill my ears
with nervous symphonic noise
humming tiny green birds
wake me where I had fallen
asleep on the broken red door
icy crusted windows turn
a landscape obscure
tilting the wooden box to empty last night
into the muddy river of my sorrow

no one is breathing
empty rooms at the hospital

tomorrow