THE DATE

by PETER NANOR   Jan 5, 2016


I have a date with death
let all ears remain deaf.
Lay me a table of sorrow,
Light me a candle darkness.
Let this evening be the source of all misery, Serve me a menu of failure.
Lace it with a sparkling wine of tears
Play me a dirge,to cajole our romantic evening.
Let the carcass and dry bone be the sound of our cutlery.
Lets raise our glass of skull,
And cheer to another beloved soul lost.
Soaking in the jingles of the heavy hand of death,
Round,Round and around,death revolves
Endless, like a journey around a mexican hat.

PETER.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    I read this and I think of a time when I planned for death, when there was almost a ceremony about it in a strange and morbid way. Similarly a friend of mine, who also did not succeed in her efforts, expressed a similar situation. I suppose for some death is immediate. and others it is this building moment where dream and longing and fear and finality come together for a new reality. There is a kind of dance, a tarantella, that is characterized by this chaotic round and round and round, a frenzied dance spurred bu the energy of internal demons. It could and sometimes did end in a collapse of exhaustion, or passing out. It's wild and slightly insane. I picture it as your journey around the Mexican hat.

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