24 July 2010


I imagine that Charon's job is terrible and lonely.

Non-custodial 7/24

When the pole hits bottom
fingers ache knuckles
buckle under the weight of coins

The heat of their eyelids still lingers
This is when there is doubt
and the river’s stillness infuriates

Those ghostly pale hands
beneath surface cold
dead white eyes that roll always

Home is on the raft the
ferry a sudden killing in this darkness
When the pole lifts is when there’s pleasure

Subtle breaking of the dark mirror
a sound in the blankness
A reprieve from infinity

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