REMEMBERING KIM

 

REMEMBERING KIM

Jazz in the morning

and my gut says

there is a fart

caught cross ways

and its going to be

one

of those days

my brains is doing the

I want caffeine dance

so I microwave the dregs

from yesterday

not half bad

and somehow

it makes my gut glad

the dreamscape was remembering sad

friends no longer in place

only their last seen face

and a suicide models pre anorexic body

was a muse’s muse

when what was said didn’t mean anything

because being right didn’t change

a thing

the outcomes seemed preordained

today I seem a little right brained

its like my fingers

have to be typing trained

to hit the space bar

because the poem

is run on

here and then gone

so in my waking state

there is nothing to celebrate

so I try not

to see her face

and her nude picture

taken down

so as to not offend

my grand daughter

but still in the mix

my mind is playing tricks

and I  have memory

of every errant  camera click

before my own lights dim

lost in the darkest before dawn

remembering Kim

JWL