LIE: LIVING, SWATHED

He installed an elegy in each eyelid
For the lost ones he called home
At six went to supper like everyone
Held onto "this" and "that" for good
Form took precedence above all things
And decided he'd had enough
When she died of AIDS. Too
Much had happened since
The days he felt justified.
Too many things dwindled
In his receding perspective
Filled with ocean, fog,
Headlights

Beaming with pride
Announcing fatherhood
With special asides to
"Those who understood"
This and That, she died
With barely a month to
Live. Had no notion of
What happened, what
She did. For a living
Liked Natalie Portman

All things astrology and
Computers, "Faced the
Muse" foretold his successes

Said everything was free play
Actresses survive everything
He thought, catatonically

That everything fits:
Gears work, hooks
Oiled, grips, dolled
Up like a hooker "I

Believed in what was told him
Never questioned the woodpecker
Assumed an air of command about
The soccer field, told dead dad what
It all meant to see her lying there
Still well fed, still naughty, still
About to entice him on one of
His nomenological vacaes... It
Was one of us... sex on the breath

Death is what becomes
Installed / To repair re
Mind

Stanley Gemmell ©
10-29-99

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