Dealing With Death
grooveamatic
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I've never had to deal with death
per se
not anymore than your average person
who sees sunsets
whose tanks run out of gas
whose shoes fall apart
Sure
I've seen death like the rest of you
I watch T.V.
I even had 2 Grandfathers who died
although I never really knew
either of them
& I had a dog when I was little
she died too
they probably burned her body
& bits of her
are floating around my head
right now.
a friend of mine delivers flowers for a living
told me the other day
of a trip he took
to Egger's funeral home
(I had to give him directions,
I grew up a block from the place)
he took the flowers in
but there was nobody at the desk
& he glanced around
& there was a casket
right there
& it was open
he said she looked comfortable
(doesn't everybody say that?)
& she didn't look quite dead
he put the flowers on the desk
& walked out
nearly ran.
he was scared.
I went to a funeral some years ago
for a girl I worked with.
they say the wind just blew her SUV
right off the highway.
I barely knew her.
I got high with her in my car
one time
& I used to stare at her ass
as though I had seen it disappear one time
& suspected it would be happening again
aside from that she was a stranger to me.
there were people crying at the funeral
& they played an Enya song.
it was interesting.
in rehab I ran into this guy I had gone to high school with.
I was a drunk
& he was a junky
but we got along real well
got each other's jokes
understood the plight.
there were no excercise facilities
& he really wanted to get into shape
so on Free Time each day
he jogged the perimeter,
racking up a few miles each day.
after a week he fell in love with a girl from Pittsburgh
(she was a diet pill addict).
a week later they ran out the front door
past the protesting nurses
down the long driveway
& out of sight.
two days later we heard he died
of a pneumonia.
but you never really know
what kills a person like that.
when I was a teenager I came home
to my parent's house one night
to find the front door ajar.
inside, on the gray linoleum foyer floor
was an improbably large pile of vomit.
further inside
my father
in odd voice tone
informed me something was wrong with mom.
the ambulance came
& it was strange
& I waited at home with some friends
while dad went to the hospital with mom.
she had a heart attack.
her face was swelled and blue for awhile
& they had these things hooked up to her
& I was scared and confused.
I never knew heart attacks could make you vomit.
she's fine now, though,
& I rarely think about it.
the man whistling past me right now
could be dead soon;
the birds chirping in the tree beside me
surely will be.
per se
not anymore than your average person
who sees sunsets
whose tanks run out of gas
whose shoes fall apart
Sure
I've seen death like the rest of you
I watch T.V.
I even had 2 Grandfathers who died
although I never really knew
either of them
& I had a dog when I was little
she died too
they probably burned her body
& bits of her
are floating around my head
right now.
a friend of mine delivers flowers for a living
told me the other day
of a trip he took
to Egger's funeral home
(I had to give him directions,
I grew up a block from the place)
he took the flowers in
but there was nobody at the desk
& he glanced around
& there was a casket
right there
& it was open
he said she looked comfortable
(doesn't everybody say that?)
& she didn't look quite dead
he put the flowers on the desk
& walked out
nearly ran.
he was scared.
I went to a funeral some years ago
for a girl I worked with.
they say the wind just blew her SUV
right off the highway.
I barely knew her.
I got high with her in my car
one time
& I used to stare at her ass
as though I had seen it disappear one time
& suspected it would be happening again
aside from that she was a stranger to me.
there were people crying at the funeral
& they played an Enya song.
it was interesting.
in rehab I ran into this guy I had gone to high school with.
I was a drunk
& he was a junky
but we got along real well
got each other's jokes
understood the plight.
there were no excercise facilities
& he really wanted to get into shape
so on Free Time each day
he jogged the perimeter,
racking up a few miles each day.
after a week he fell in love with a girl from Pittsburgh
(she was a diet pill addict).
a week later they ran out the front door
past the protesting nurses
down the long driveway
& out of sight.
two days later we heard he died
of a pneumonia.
but you never really know
what kills a person like that.
when I was a teenager I came home
to my parent's house one night
to find the front door ajar.
inside, on the gray linoleum foyer floor
was an improbably large pile of vomit.
further inside
my father
in odd voice tone
informed me something was wrong with mom.
the ambulance came
& it was strange
& I waited at home with some friends
while dad went to the hospital with mom.
she had a heart attack.
her face was swelled and blue for awhile
& they had these things hooked up to her
& I was scared and confused.
I never knew heart attacks could make you vomit.
she's fine now, though,
& I rarely think about it.
the man whistling past me right now
could be dead soon;
the birds chirping in the tree beside me
surely will be.
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As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
nice, groove-a
You have a unique gift for story telling.
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This is the best piece I've read in quite a while on this forum.
The stanza about rehab, I think, was my favorite
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I like how it twists and builds...strange but great structure.
Hope ur 2.:)
Quite sad.
Wondering what the person who died from pneumonia was on....,
I mean,i wish I could stop drinking my coffee and cigarettes,
but even in the hospital,they use narcotics.
I say, BITE ME!
<32u
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
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No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird