The Trick

image borrowed from deviant art

the trick is not to lose consciousness
in death


There is an art to drowning

If you tie yourself to an anchor
better make it tight, chain upon chain
the body will fight for

dying is not natural
before its time

Liquid inhalation in-
fills, tiding out images
of what once was, compressed
into short films, flickering light
& shadow
skipping here or there along
the time line---

bar nights with friends, first kisses
faces of intimates like sirens
seducing you back to breathe
fresh air, fresh air

Panic : Thrash : Spasm : Inhale
un-
con-
scIo-
us

Death is meant to be permanent
but then again, it is

A covenant renewed daily
when my first breath gutters out
bubbles dancing to surface like stars
in the depths of your lips,

i find life.


Brain Miller

Posted over on his site Way Station One
Listed as #11 over on Magpie Tales 100