Archive for April 11, 2012

Last Call

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 11, 2012 by dc

A cracked old breath,
A gentle phlegmy crackle,
Before the soft, warm words
Uttered like full stops,
Pop and then float away.

Handfuls of faces remembered,
Wet eyes through tissues,
Circling and drifting,
The last beautiful slideshow
Flickering like
A hundred lonely hands
Passing through light

Before they
Tickle the shadows
And fade out.