Is to Was [A Poem]

Love, love, love–: love:

Words that fill an empty space,

Gives a life, a purpose, a place;

To get ready to stay dead–love

Gives us meaningfulness…

Must we die before one converts?

Invests, energy into love, as a

Repayment for life? Growth comes

At a heavy price…love, love: love,–

As a corpse, I’ll be more important

To my loving, loving kin… while

Alive they never had air or breath

To give, just decomposing sounds

Far off in the distance…strangers

Yes strangers for an audience…

The putrid, biological mass, that is

Dead, I will be among; so sing your

Songs–sing them now for existence

It is not long we will go from is, to was!…

#889 10/2/05

A Season Left

I have lived everywhere

pagan blood returns!

The demons are near

(Christ has granted my

soul nobility–not mankind).

I am here in a café in Minnesota

the air with the people burns my

lungs, skin: my limbs of iron…

limp: decay; sockets burnt out:

pretty soon the lights will go out.

#881 10/1/05

Night Lantern

Most people are cowards

And prefer treachery

Because it has a dull

–surface

Admitted fear, naked

Fear, flings the covers

Over a persons guts

Like a horse: one needs

A heel in the ribs–

To make him dance…

Flesh and bone inside

A man, is stubborn–

It’s like a night lantern…

–needs adjusting.

#884 10/1/2005

Note by Rosa: Dennis is kind of on a Macabre roll I think with some of his new poetry, and somehow it has some real deep meanings for the advid poetry reader I do believe. He just recently had a review of his book: “The Macabre Poems…” by Benjamin Szumskyj (if you care to read it): http://calenture.fcpages.com/