A Little Beyond the Eleven Thousandth, Two Hundred and Twenty Eighth Charred Bridge...
she said,
I can't believe
you didn't come
to see me
in the hospital!
'Did so.
You were unconscious.'
You did NOT!
Where was my room?
'Right down the hall
from the nurse's station.
There was a bed
& a t.v. mounted on the wall.
See? I visited.'
You are a sack
of lying pigshit!
That's any fucking
hospital room
on earth!
I was dying,
didn't you realize
I was dying? ?
I could have
DIED, I was
DYING...! ! '
'Okay, okay,
the truth
is I'm saving
all my energy
for the tombstone.
I want to sit
there every day
& apologize
& regret
& apologize
from the time
the first sparrow chirps
to the last crackhead
wakes in the evening
and screams out
what his veins
and his gerbil-brain
are saying over & over
into his wife's ears.
I'm planning my
retirement around it.
I even have the chair
picked out, it's
got a space
for a beer can
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poem by W.B. Keckler
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