Sunday, December 5, 2010

Bruce

I imagine you
sloshing through
a field of 
green 
and
the sunlight is glowing
very bright white,
encompassing your entire body.

the clouds and surroundings
begin
to pulsate
intensely.
and your body explodes, morphing into
microscopic molecules of
energy.

you are free.

and I am stoned,
and shaking,
and waiting,
and drinking
it
away.





1 comment:

  1. I loved this, so much.

    I reread it after seeing the picture of Bruce and started to tear up.
    He was as beautiful as this poem.

    I love you :)

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