from PHANTOM HOUR
by James Meetze
I want to be ferried from this world
to whatever beyond.
I will not pay the ferryman’s tax.
I want a tether to this life’s treasures,
to remember each name
and address, each ingot of gold worn on the finger.
This is not abstract thought.
A thing is or it isn’t.
A thing works or it doesn’t and if that is the case,
then it is of no use to me.
Man lets loose his complaint,
dissent among the unwashed ranks.
No bird in the bush,
no books in the bag, but what worthless words
these are when vapor.
I complain that memory squandered is worse
than memory lost.
What can one hold in empty hands?
There comes a demonstrative need to articulate
every significant totem,
then articulate the surprise in discovering totem’s existence.
I want to drink from the River Lethe.
I am waiting to cross.
I am thirsty. READ MORE







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