I knew a girl who turned me down
when I asked her on a date.

But she's dead.

And I write free-verse poetry.

Commonly referred to as the better of the bargain.

I see people living lives.
Defined.
Some might even really want things.

But I long for a reality
that escapes touch.
Rejection is direct.
Real.
I do not want
to want to want.

If the dead could write free-verse poetry
mine would still be better.

It would really just make me look less weird.

Dead like dawn,
the now lost rising like the sun but only towards a memory.
Briefly sustainable.
Barely tried
to sustain.

Anymore.





They say I'll scream enough to wake the dead.

All I wonder is if that happens
will the dead have anything to say back?

Will they ask me where the party store is?

Or if I like free-verse poetry?

Very creative beginning to this poem