skeletons

laugh at morality
pure morality
because it doesn’t exist—
that behind closed doors
we are all immoral
we are all skeletons
and if there is a heaven and hell
then most of us
are in trouble

but hell might simply be
realizing that while you lived,
dead loved-ones
(the good ones anyway)
were watching
down
on
you
all
along

clogged (from SKELETONS)

he sliced his
arm clean off
in the lawnmower
blade.
it was a sunny
sunday morning and
the mower had been
clogged by the dew-covered
grass, and now,
meat and bone,
which will also be
difficult to get out,
especially with only
one arm.