I wrote this one the same day as Poetry Schmoetry. I was feeling restless and trapped at my desk; just the thing to bring about either poetry or inward howling.
Cause of Death
The coroners stand over her,
notebooks in hand.
They put on their latex gloves
and examine the body closely.
Cause of death:
Boredom.
See the brain tissue
leaking out her ears,
and filmy eyes,
the mushy, unused heart.
Yes, boredom,
and wasted gifts
and wasted life.
June 2006
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2 comments:
Holy crap! You're a talented writer. Awesome! Rad! Wow! Amazing! Cooler than snot!
Anyway, I'm impressed.
Gee thanks, don don. You are my very first commenter, congratulations! I'm excited I have more readers than just Mom and Dad. By the way I'm a big fan of your writing too.
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