THIS SAD SACK

this sad-sack saddened by the market today
saddens me, drunk

on the edge of a lonely night, agi-
tated by the membrane of skin on

a liver, feeling, if only for a moment,
the sad reality of funeral homes, their

protocol interrupted by badly folded
curtains, by tall men whose shoes shine too well -

I am enlightened by the death
of others;

people who roamed this world like viruses
eating their ways to the rotten core -

I remain forlorn, checkered, postulate
among a memory of rattan; how holy

this space of death, this time
among the living sadly battered

by unending tides of flotsam
and infinity

 

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