Monday, September 01, 2008
Between Heaven And Detroit
Hi everyone! Hope you're having a great non-working Monday. Here's a poem, a little bit in homage to Allen G.
Between Heaven and Detroit
I’m not kidding, the fruits started to pulsate,
glow with a violent light. It was like nothing
in my life, like everything, and I swooned,
I fainted, I fell before the altar where I was
at your funeral watching your mother faint.
It was all too much and not enough, a weird
abundance of absence. Before long, I was
back to the produce section where I looked
at all was before me, deciding I wouldn’t have
wanted to eat it anyway no matter what
happened. Outside the snow fell, turning
the color of steel between heaven and Detroit,
gunmetal before it ever hit the frozen ground.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"That the fear of death still owns me, is in its way, a beginning." Fred Exley
Drinking memoir suggestion: Homesick Jenny Lauren
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Labor Day!