Poemdog

Dogs 2018

PRACTICED PAST
(12/28/18)


the words

the motions

are all
still
very much
with me

as if
I am living
them
today

as if
time
is a layered
reality

not bound
by sequential
progression

my entire life
to this point
seems always
available
for random
access

a confusing
condition

a perplexing
pattern
of voices

visions

sensations

although
comforting
in the fact
that no one
really feels
dead to me

I just
saw them

spoke to
them

touched
them

a moment
ago

I can
only hope
that my death
becomes
a reflective
anomaly
as well

immorality
for the lack
of a future
tense