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Hands on the casket
Handful soil
Hand a rose to the widow
She lays it tastefully angled down and to the right
The mahogany and the white contrast nicely
As well as the black tie attire
The air of this event somebody was important
But a distant stare proves too strong to ignore it
Little window on the ground floor of the chapel
And the face pressed up against it make fog breath
Highlights a fading heart
Raindrops on the hood of the El Dorado
Her acrylics clicking on the headlight
Her bubblegum poppin' her head slightly angled down and to the right
And her angel pendant dangling
Like a lynched bird
Space for a last prayer
Pained like a pinched nerve
Awaiting a last word
Posture reading last straw
Tempered stance of her partner is palpable even out of the frame
And without her naming his crime he must be prostrate
Like a last prayer
Awaiting a last word
Posture reading ****
Whiteboard
Multi-colored lines in dry-erase
Roughly angle down and to the right
This is right before the leap through the open window
But in the moment it's all smiles and perfectly crowned teeth
Perfectly crowned teeth
Someone looking secretary
No offense but that's the air she gives off with the pleated skirt and neatly tucked-in blouse
Neatly tucked-in blouse
Holds a phone as if it were a scarier event
That these executives who read her work don't even know about
Don't even know about
And frozen in this pantomime a moment
Where it happened time would split off with a fix to make its mighty mountains cry
Mighty mountains cry
The curled lip and and terror eyes a giveaway of what she hides
The back side of the picture dated 1929
All of these photos tucked neatly in a box
And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed
Memories are gobos making shadows on the locked present that has been fixed
So it's best to leave them dead
Don't bother with it
Live lobotomy
Split a bottle better
Drink the god and leave the
Past behind for the fire
Don't nobody want these polaroids
Don't bother with it
Live the lighter side
Split a spliff together
Smoke the god and leave the
Past behind for the fire
Don't nobody want these polaroids
Hands in the air
Half eyes wide half eyes smiling
And a couple others with they heads covered up too afraid to look the track slopes down and to the right
Rough guess two seconds from the top of the drop the exhilaration on the faces of the riders more than worth the price tag of the printout which was also way too high
Time-stamped by mullet length
And neon Billibong logo
And fitted cap with hologram sticker on the underside that certainly won't last till the ride comes to a stop
Peace signs and wide grins in the foreground
In the background is great powerful
Cascade of water falling from way out of frame down and to the right
It's way out of place to say and way out of but ain't it strange that both these kids are dead
Anyway the deep green of the foliage
So definitively wild
People used to drive to places like this just to escape
If you look close you can see the early fiber optic cable stretching out into the jungle
The beginning of the end
A still life in motion
One of those night traffic shots
The long exposure makes the taillights stretch ad infinitum down and to the right
Red tiger striping the city street so it reads raver
This is before the riots
Ghostly in the out-of-focus high rises are rising as they're want to do
Contorting just like trees looking for sun
Trees looking for sun
Mostly to the left you'll notice piling up like nothing new the boxes for the shanties that these buildings would become
These buildings would become
Toppled by the potholes here they are before they sunk
Before they sunk
Like on hold for the glottal stops approaching with the sun
Approaching with the sun
For choking on the words they never said
So soon the running from the end of life that no one really figured had begun
All of these photos tucked neatly in a box
And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed
Memories are demons trying to burn the edges of the present that has been fixed
So it's best to leave them dead
Don't bother with it
Live lobotomy
Split a bottle better
Drink the god and leave the
Past behind for the fire
Don't nobody want these polaroids
Don't bother with it
Live the lighter side
Split a spliff together
Smoke the god and leave the
Past behind for the fire
Don't nobody want these polaroids
