miasma
buboes
mass death
like it's a bad thing.
Gray skies are gonna clear up--
put on a bird-mask face
with roses
under your noses--
yeah that's the way.
Everybody talks about
crops
cows
heads with crowns
like that shit really matters.
Kiss me, honey,
Old Time is still a-flying.
It's not love
but it's not bad,
and what's the dif if we're dying?
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Yes, what's the difference. Oh, I love that title!
ReplyDeleteLeave it to you to dance with death in style!! This is awesome!!
ReplyDeleteIndeed! Might as well dance and kiss, while the bones are still flesh-clad.
ReplyDeleteLove the card and the dancing bony. ;-)
Shay--I loved the fun you had with the first two lines of the second stanza. (And isn't that Emmylou? It sure sounds like her.)
ReplyDeleteThis was fun. But isn't that what life should be?
ReplyDeleteDeath's the dude in the blue suede shoes; who are we to demur?
ReplyDeleteWhen you're dancin' with Mr. D, does it really matter if it's the foxtrot or the funky chicken? It's a danse macabre, either way. This one made me smile.
ReplyDeleteAh! No difference indeed. That's a bewitching verse, with a dazzling dance of death interrupted by the folly of love.
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I'm digging the gallows humor of this piece. The way you played with the word phrases was all sorts of fun. I like a little whimsy with my death.
ReplyDeleteI adore this! I love starting my morning on a positive note.
ReplyDeletewhat's the dif indeed?
ReplyDeleteI had the pleasure of Death's company not too long ago.. lucky for me, he was only passing by.
A life full of dance; dancing to every beat, not wasting any strains
ReplyDeleteA poem carries a personal edge
much love...
Love it, love it, love it – and you got me at the title.
ReplyDeleteLife does what life does, appreciate the moments......
ReplyDeleteonly you could make macabre seem like a glorious party! Loved this (Sorry it took so long to visit and respond to this prompt.)
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