Death by Carriage

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Blank Death by Carriage

I lay here on my own
waiting for my leave 

life and all its concur 
is but a blur 

echoing facades 
floating
fading dimly 

eyes shut slowly 
conceding to life's weight 

it falls like a watery shroud 
unclothing me 

could this naked child be so - so old ? 

I can feel my vulnerable soul 
is lingering 

once earth bound 
gagged by puppy hopes 

nurtured with morbid 
beliefs and security 

living out ideas 
on histories tired limbs 

compared to the quiet shout 
that time gives 

I have compared myself 
with too many things 

hands between my legs 
they are now fiddling 

as the light draws nearer 
I wish to receive 

the god whom has caressed 
all nervous energy 

the cock is erect and 
desires the ultimate coming 

oh to feel the last pleasure 
that what is my own 

an essence dominates 
the gap in this place 

to come before I die 
is my last simple wish 

after all what else 
what else is left ? 

to dare wank at death 
and enjoy thy fate 

to be stuck in rhythm 
shafting life's chant 

to be wet and warm 
and smiling 
once gone 

evading the stolen glory 
of bastard time 

to excrete all those shameful 
insecurities 

the last coming is here 
now I must win 

must embrace death 
and explode out of me 
life 

my arms collapse 
exhausted 
they fail me 

my heart 
misses a beat 

no coming 
no glory 
time clicks 
passing me by...



poem by marc garrett (1988)



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