Monday, July 9, 2012

poem || David Jalajel



mannered

beyond that there is nothing more generic
song tunes soothingly recall their own
mortality as they commemorate
the railway journey speeds summarily
winding down through schedules of impromptu
lines reveal a room in comfort still
reserved the complimentary dramatic
struggles against their tearful friends policing
lost posthumous cravings turn full colour
days of celebration through the eyes
of mourners pulling badges from their slim
black suits arrive by midday rightly startled
the swift reception seats them towards the wall
blocking the sound of insincere acquaintance

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