Honey,
I am
leaving for Mars
Thursday.
Will
take 8 months to
arrive:
will call you on
arrival.
The call
will
take 2-3 weeks
to
reach you.
Please
pick up.
Will
return near the first
of
the following year.
See
you then?
Death
is
like being lost in the
woods
walking
around trying
to
get back to some place
recognizable,
while
fighting
the anxiety of
separation,
until
finally
accepting
your new indeterminate
condition,
between
life,
or living, and
death,
or dying--
and
then feeling anxiety-free
as
you begin to enjoy
being
dead--
like
a new career forced upon you;
one
you fought against, but, once
started
found
you like it; are
glad
you made the change.
A fat
man in a car
parked
at the edge of the
park:
He stares at me,
to
glean the low-down,
the
dope,
the
skinny...
He
is C.I.A., MOSSAD, KGB.
He
reports to mission control
by
speaking into the
glove
compartment.
Vacay
she
went on vacation
and
when she returned
discovered
her house gone
and
no one could tell her
where--
a
big truck, the authorities said
came
and took it.
She
moved into an apartment
and
never did come to know
where
her house went, but
one
thing she knew for sure:
she
would never go on vacation
again.
Wayne
F. Burke's poetry has been widely published in print and online (including in
LOTHLORIEN POETRY JOURNAL). He is author of 8 published poetry collections
and one short story collection. His most recently published book is a
nonfiction work titled HENRY MILLER, Spirit & Flesh, 2022, Cyberwit.net. He
lives in Vermont.
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