A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

A House Of Cards Is Fragile


We laid side by side with ancestors.
Smelling their rotting necks
To acquire a scent
Of hickey meditation.

Gave passion
To empty handed gestures.
Like razor blades
In a diagnosed teenager's fingers.
Demonstrating scars
To advertise a life
Of eternal damnation.

On public access,
Watching blue eyes gloss.
As if rain clouds
Weren't enough.

Down the aisle
To a black tie gala.
Confused if the round of applause
Is for charity,
Or the funeral.

Come expiration,
I'll stand at the edge.
Studying the skipping pebble
I kicked,
To discover the darkness
At the end
Of six feet under.

Or maybe,
I'll just close my eyes.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

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