Talking with a dead friend he informed me,
“You know. . . I never thought it would happen
the way it did. All of a sudden I couldn’t shit straight
and there was nothing they could do about it.
Even so, I kept thinking that they could right up
to the end. You can’t imagine how much I suffered—
suffered like I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy!”
“I understand!” I responded sympathetically,
wondering how it will be for me, given that
we just never know how life can turn on us
when we least expect it…
(Image of Ivy Green Cemetery, Charleston District, Bremerton, WA)
Saragun Springs 
Jeffrey
Such a brilliant little turn off a strange little saying. Amusing and clever.
Leila
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Hi Leila: Thanks very much for your response!
Best. Jeffrey
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Jeffrey
When the poet can combine the polar opposites of Haunting and Humorous in the same lines, the reader knows something extraordinary is going on. The abrupt ending to this piece suddenly terminates in a way that perfectly matches the subject matter. Poets who can laugh (and sing) in the face of mortality give the world one of the best gifts it can ever receive (whether “the world” knows this or not, right now). Also, the poetically condensed dialogue in this piece is extraordinarily well done, it sounds just like “real” people talking (with none of the usual B.S. included). This is a dream of a poem. And it makes you wonder what we might say to each other when there’s nothing left to say. Thank you.
Dale
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Hello Dale: Thank you for your thoughtful response. You captured exactly what I hoped (tried) to convey.
Onward. . .
Jeffrey
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This strikes at one’s mortality. These bodily functions that worry the mind. Conversations more and more like this take place by old men who sit around in breakfast cafes. Well done!
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