April 18, 2014 § 2 Comments
for Friend & Fellow Poet Ken Chawkin
There is the bridge where a 27 year old bungee jumper took his last dive, having measured incorrectly—a mere mistake of math. Beneath that huge mound a fat man is buried, his 44 year old heart a pumpkin gone bad. And here is a macadamia nut like the one that just yesterday as if a cork into a bottle entered the windpipe of a woman who was texting while snacking and though she texted for help it came too late.
While all this and more has happened you live on… having survived bullies in the playground, learning to drive, the knife throwing redhead you have yet to talk about, as every plane you’ve flown on landed safely, every macadamia nut you’ve ever eaten went the way it should, and though your hair is grey, your head balding and your joints crack, you are yet the boy who chased butterflies, your heart is yet the heart that fell in love for the first time, that falls in love every time a pretty girl walks past, and your left eye is yet the Moon and your right the Sun as you look out from your inner heaven as we wish you Happy Birthday one more time.