I’m passing up broken bread offered at entry to Evergreen.
Riddled with shadows watching while I’m looking for the cup of life.
I stay on the left of the white line surrounded by signs.
“One Way”, “Do Not Enter”, “Stop”.
I pass over, beyond the blood stained doors.
Now again, I’m standing outside this place of crowded nesting,
With all the hard hats in place, looking for peace while resting.
Black iron spiked gates keep out the flames and walking names on the wait.
We pass by barely giving an eye,
Just don’t look at the stones with no names.
Because suffocated trees hold hearts with only one eye,
Wind chimes and peanuts must have fallen from the sky,
For our eternal neighbors from wars not so civil, hurricane victims, and all the baby Jews.
Don’t think I’m rude, after ninety-four year’s I come by speaking the truth.
“Ever Green Cemetery EST 1920, Ft Lauderdale’s oldest in tact cemetery.
I keep leaving you oh so far behind, Go Hurricanes!
What was your name? I won’t forget. Are you alone?
Here I am treating you oh so bad, but like I do. What would you do?
Just as I do, I didn’t mean to…hurt you…you, you, you.
Of how many skies can you hold the sun? I ask why, why, why mine?
How do I cry, cry, cry? My….sky and so many others.
Why we all die, die, die?…
And now here you come again, my lady.
Back at me in this chair, your back’s against the bar.
I’m half way there, don’t worry I’ll take the next step at the Quarter Deck.
Get a pitcher and food for that. How far do I have left?
I’m only half way home, back to JoAnn’s, and there I am, again.
In the bed, bunks, husbands, wives, bugs, and boy-friends.
South Africans and their B.O. What do we doe?
Take some fucking soap and hot wire this moto-
bike let’s go! Quick and fast befoe any one knows.
