Monday, March 02, 2009

In Lieu Of Flowers

Hey guys -- hope you had a great weekend! Seem to be on a poetry kick for the past few days so here's another one, kind of a companion piece to "Remember Me On This Computer." Thanks for all the sweet comments about Hank -- he loved technology (he was the first person I knew who had a website) and I think he would approve of the sort of Internet memorial that people who knew and loved him keep.

In Lieu of Flowers

You will have to hear a lot of stupid shit,
including, but not limited to, questions
of suffering, the duration, as in at least
he or she is not anymore as if we all don't
suffer and still wish to live. Furthermore,
the weather will be an insult. You will be
expected to continue in a normal fashion.
Don't make the mistake of telling people
you aren't doing so well. You are a well,
an open wound, a grave decorated by trinkets
that will rust or blow away in time.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
“There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.” Malcolm X

Cocktail Hour
Drinking memoir suggestion: Tweaked Patrick Moore

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday!


Anonymous said...

Shoot me with your love gun, if you know what I mean.--Rodney Dangerfield

the walking man said...

I never question
the suffering of another,
even if their pain seems like nothing to me.
After all,
my pain was in the end,
nothing more to them
than one scripted platitude
or another, of well worn words.

This shit may not seem fair
or right
or Godly,
but then suffering never is.

Scott said...


Nice poem.

Take care!

Charles Gramlich said...

I was kind of in the mood for this one this morning. Nice resonance to my thoughts.