27 April 1996 What do we know about living and dying? What do we know about sickness and health? I have been dying my whole life and every second falls through the hourglass like a bullet. Choosing metaphors for time carelessly. The hourglass is filled with colorful helium balloons, rivers flow to the tops of mountains, pennies in a jar collect interest becoming dollar bills overnight. Garbage cans full of money line the curbside. The dead are arriving in a nonstop parade of carriages. Cut flowers grow fruit.




Newspoetry at Spineless Books