another poem for tim calhoun, who died on valentine’s day, 1993

it’s a nice day for a dead man
to walk around the cemetary
and look at the sun on the wide butt
of a blue-jeaned girl
with long straight brown hair
topping the curve of her hips
and remember the days
when he had a body
when he had a penis
when his love was connected
to his penis
and everything was connected
to living
words
that would rumble
from his heart
out to any unsuspecting female
with a tenderness
in the pit of her natural wisdom

it’s a good day for dead men
who like the sun
bearing down
on the snow
over the frozen ground
covering their unmarked ashes

it’s a good day for a dead man
to stand up
in your heart
and exercise
his dead lungs
his dead words

while you carry your future around
in a coffin
and feel sorry for yourself
take a walk with a dead man
ask how hot
his love can burn

wendy shaffer

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: