Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Graveyard Walk

What happened to Charles H., born 1888 and yet to be buried. I know I know, but I like to think, wandering , a vampire, an immortal, or just a very old man. Would he be incredibly wise, jaded, or senile? Would he be a drunk, use false teeth, be done with making friends, making anything, waking up, and maybe he's just sleeping somewhere and it's the hibernation keeping him. Or indeed I'm standing on top of him to take this; no one ever bothered to chisel it out. The numbers aren't years at all, just pinball scores and he's still playing.

Time is but a shadow


Arthur W.: Death by Vegetation
Thrown away before they're dead/for their dead.


Slowly all dismembered, none remembered slowly

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