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On Death,  Sonnet Number 10

by Boinkaz
Death, I’ve smelled the retch of your fetid breath
in laundromats of lost humanity.
I hear your preachings on my daily trail
dum dum choirs sung to a running man’s back.
Some spend their lives in long hallelujahs
or behead us all with fanaticism:
We who dare dissent, who know not to know,
don’t deny the daunting and certain depths of our graves.
Gathered swells of tumbling bells will chuckle
at passings of them, hellbound for sassing.
But as there is comfort in religion
so there is in the husbandry of life.
Morbid wild hair I stroke, pockmarked cheeks I brush
I press my fingers to her lips and whisper: “Hush.”

Copyright 2015 by Boinkaz
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Channel, No. 5 

By Boinkaz

for a man who expired here online

face in the keyboard, his hand to his chest

his corpse oiled in pale monitor light 

cubicled mausoleum, I suppose

there is no good cemetery online

no crematorium to cook him in

the living mingle here with the deceased

their faculties professional adjuncts

We channel them through appropriate poems

conjure them in crowds we once frequented

I think that it’s good that we keep them near

and a shame Americans ignore death

they flick the remote once you leave their lives

passing swiftly twitter totem accounts.

Copyright 2015 by Boinkaz

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