Framed Pictures
At the very last moment
It is morning
Nothing is redemptive
About it
There’s a buffet breakfast somewhere
That no one cares about
It’s the next day
After hours of sex in the garden
We are walking across the golden walkway
A lion is running
He shouts that the green city is near
But something else propels us
Not the stale brown liquid
Or rubbery proteins
But the overflowing sugar of memory
That these objects hold
Across the golden path
21 pictures wait for you
You will keep walking til you see
The one you were destined for
People think this is all an accident
They think life could happen to anyone
When you see it you will be drawn
To the image of yourself
In that forgotten year
His face being watered down
By the elements for too many moments
He will be smiling at a party
And you will recognize what he’s saying
The dead only speak through poetry
So make the poems be the things
That you give everything
They must carry on
Source: Poetry (March 2023)