when my body’s left
to science..
will there be any takers?
or may my best
bob and
dip
in
formaldehyde behind
glass wall for
eternity?
..shame to
waste,
rotting away ’til
all those..
cleaners sweep in to pitch
my parts out come
a long week’s
pickup
day.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
gif at – https://tenor.com/view/heart-attack-heartbeat-heart-gif-14154530
what would the
last song
sound like? would
we hear the
closing
note
my dear old
friend?
or would it just
fade out with
no real..
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
..and?
*poem inspired by title of song above.
painting by Terry Smith at – https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-The-Last-Note/834555/3270741/view
i saw a bouquet of
weathered
flowers
toppled by
your
headstone, the
wind must
have
thrown another
after hours
tantrum
++++
though, true i
don’t know
you
i get how much
little things
mean
to..
ones missing those
who can no longer
be caressed
or seen,
so i return your
flowers to
their
rightful
place,
++++
where dew kissed
petals blush the
graveyard
grey.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm
clap your hand,
snap the
band,
empty a can of
ash once
called
man,
clap with one hand
and throw of
fistful of
beach,
over pine box of dear
friend just out
of reach,
as waves lap my
chapped
feet.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en
