three poems for the end of july

three poems for the end of july

nothing wounds like words

nothing wounds like words
nothing pierces the heart
the soul
like a dagger
carried in place
of a tongue
be careful
with your
weapon
you can
maim and
cripple
with
it

. . .

autopsy

I would rather
watch one
miserable
pathetic
crippled
original
living
thing
than a
million
and one
perfect
dead
things

nothing alive
is ever truly perfect
but then
nothing alive
is ever truly bad
no matter
how wretched
its state

. . .

elegy for fallen comrades

you dove into skyscraper atriums
you held off a SWAT team
you drank and smoked
your ways into early graves
and if you wouldn’t
self-destruct
well, mr. cancer
was there
to help you along
now only two of us
sit at the table
and my friend
I fear
your are dead
inside

 

© Buzz Dixon

 

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