granite

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granite

under a slab
of gray granite
not for forever
but for a damn
long time
is a strange place to be
since he’s dead
and to imagine
how dark
it is
six feet
under a slab
of gray granite
is fucking
weird
that that’s
what my culture
does to dead
loved ones or
we incinerate them
to ashes
how about
just sticking
them in the woods
under a favorite tree
and they will be
gone soon enough
in a way that
makes more sense
than
hiding them
six feet under
a gray slab of granite
where snow or rain
or sun doesn’t
matter
because
the gray slab of granite
doesn’t say
a damn thing
because it’s granite
and granite doesn’t
chit-chat
with the dead

June 3, 2018 written by

I place 26 letters from the English alphabet melded occasionally with Arabic numbers in sequences I enjoy while utilizing blank spaces and 14 punctuation marks between said letters or numbers to create expression. For example: Ingrid enjoys cotton candy, mathematics, feather-light kisses, removing wood splinters from soft feet, and whiskey with an e. One day she will die and be gone forever. The dream she loves is often smooth as black glass. Too many people are scared to live. Not Ingrid. Some days she wields a heavy maul, shattering the black glass touching her dream. Most of the atoms comprising Ingrid exploded from unstable high mass stars, billions of years ago. That makes her smile. Ingrid is the strongest, most beautiful, most alluring person in the universe - at least that's what David, thinks.

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