We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Afterwards
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We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
If you suffer from
triskaidekaphobia,
good luck. You’ll need it.
Flower covered floats
in a warm SoCal city
I’ll never visit.
If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?