Poem Shards
 


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There were great big trees there
Now they don't know where to find me.
I found other trees, even better
that aren't ever going to get to cut down
and build there road
through no where
so they can have a shorter root to the highway
back to Manhattan
where they will go
and never return
back to where
a place
where
There were great big trees there



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sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
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Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga

Her tired morning
seems more like poetry
than anything you can
find on a blog.


Bow Bow Bow

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It was a dark and storied night.~


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Here is a link
to a tasteful page detailing Miss Todd's gravesite,
complete with a photograph.
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  Bill Perilli, 
 writer of all
 of the things 
 on this blog.
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two years since Sean passed!



Poems about Sean

Maybe there
  they don't need words anymore
so poems about Sean,
who deserves many many volumes of them,
wouldn't mean anything.
It's just Sean
being funny
It's just Sean, with his smile.
It's just Sean, being fearful
that things are awkward
because he never wanted to say good bye to you.
He never wanted to say goodbye to you
there on the porch
in the twilight
with beers and waiting bride.

Some dogs bark somewhere in that bardo
it's Sean making a joke about how 
      funny separation is 
          because he's still there
pulling for you from Heaven
never stopped
doesn't even know he's gone
gone on
gone on and on
about someone who is lost and gone and fallen down to sleep
beside the gentle river flow
like a baby in a basket
let loose into the flood of bardo.

At a bar door
if you stand there a little more
the world comes by 
for a drink
singing.

Singing
Sean Sean Sean
We all know that you are there
getting on
ON on and on
that magic bus at the bar door.

Oh at the bar door
on Mass ave
you could be walking the sidewalk
or taking a cab
you can take the Mass Ave Bridge
by MIT
and it will be midnight
sometimes you might see . . . 

The night of the cold 
it's was lonely in the news
the son of all that is wonderful
fell down sleeping,
oh . . . how . . . can it be that the son, that most wonderful
man is
really gone?

mourning for someone
who you never knew
his face smiles down on you.
An angel?
A Saint?

Smart, 
 funny,
   faithful,
     wonderful, 
 unsure, 
   expressive, 
     empathic, 
       beautiful.


oh, ya, the fantasy of dream
to hope that he will be there when the scene
is wonderful
in Heaven.
how could it be Heaven if he weren't there
because he is Heaven?

Sean is Heaven
and Wonderful.
He is always worth remembering.
Faithful and loving.
An obvious angel.

He never wanted to say goodbye to you who he loved.
He never let go
when you needed him to keep holding on
even if it seemed like something else.
He's still holding on, still
standing strong
doesn't know that the song
can ever end
or the that the humor
has a final punch line.

Final act
Memories fade
like flowers, past bloom.
Grave yards give no secrets.
Stones crumble, and robbers rob.
plaque melted, statue smashed.

Sean,
you are forever
the most joyous
of humorous giggling love
forever,
no loss, no broken shards,
just whole love,
baked and ready
for the final feast.


Two year memorial for Sean, that being Sean Collier.