~ bob whiteside

death is the jam that
butters my intolerable happiness
death is butterflies
and karate moons
a fan to cool my radiating exuberance
till i outgrow the grave
death is a joke
achieves its aesthetic success
marvels the audience
till they too are on their feet
whispering to stars

Published by bob whiteside

moon dog starry on a rust belt road

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