i'm all alone.
nobody ever comes to visit me.
my plot exists in the backyard of a residential neighborhood.
at least the cemetary gets
the company of
a strolling by mourning patron.
all i ever see is peace and quiet.
the peace and quiet is killing me.
autumn comes and everything falls down on me.
i'm covered over and tucked away.
i can't see what i'm missing
now that i'm dead and buried.
no vocal chords allowed.
not in my present state of being.
oh, the words that i would shout.
dandy, precipice and cleavage, an arboretum, freshwater fish.
i lay here summer and winter through
with nobody to say hello to.
still i can't see what i'm missing
now that i'm dead and buried.
