Funeral Poem *work-in-progress

I hope I died a poem.

I hope I died on someone’s breath.

I hope I died with topped-off chest.

I hope I died a tap-dancing fool on the head of a pen.

I hope I died carrying the fire.

I hope I died with maple on my shoes.

I hope I died purple like a shiner—a street fighter.

I hope I died with bent eyelids.

I hope I died her vacuous hole.

I hope I died a scar you shared with others.

I hope I died swollen for your body.

I hope I died as your shipwreck.

I hope I died as sparkler words.

I hope I died as love spitted out.

I hope I died a cloud with the sun blowing out my eye.

I hope I died with some of the teenager in me intact.

I hope I died (Lost & Found).

I hope I died with a scar on my mouth; a burn to my lips.

I hope I died as a deep breath.

I hope I died a shoulder-thing.

I hope I died a love story as it unfolded in a room.

I hope I died with a bit of cloud underneath my fingernails.

I hope I died spilling my guts quite enough, quite often.

I hope I died bruising eyes with truth.

I hope I died with my heart found.

I hope I died catching many sighs.

I hope I died with a well-built ghost (to haunt you better than most).

I hope I died in my meadow (that is love).

I hope I died with manifestos worth giving.

I hope I died a shot you shot down, a heart you bled out.

I hope I died a new moment (to pull new meaning).

I hope I died a compound fracture—a broken chair leg.

I hope I died a cut on the roof of your mouth.

I hope I died a porch with candle scars.

I hope I died a confederate sin (one half).

I hope I died a phantom limb still bleeding at the root.

I hope I died the dogma of a deep pause.

I hope I died as the beauty one can only see properly with eyes shut.

I hope I died as driveway-love remembered (where kisses and palms go, where tongues and fingers go)

I hope I died the poems that wallpaper a heart.

I hope I died a flayed throat (screaming to be heard).

I hope I died with the passion of the gnawed zephyr.

I hope I died with stars trapped in my eyes.

I hope I died in the state of moist promises made between sheets and teeth.

I hope I died with our last conversation on your mind (in the sky like flares).

I hope I died balled up like a fist.

I hope I died wherever I was the last time you checked.

I hope I died an old, wounded house (broken into).

I hope I died a subtle war on your heart.

I hope I died with shoes full of gore, bleeding heels, and girls in the streetlights.

I hope I died where girls break like waves.

I hope I died with little planets on my glasses (and Tom Traubert’s Blues).

I hope I died wet on a bar top (but not from what you think).

I hope I died friends with the weekend again.

I hope I died after forgetting the Curious Girl.

I hope I died witnessing skeletons rubbing stone hips.

I hope I died with broken ankles (swinging into new dimensions).

I hope I died tangled with what’s left.

I hope I died the components of a sad film.

I hope I died a pirate playing the fiddle with an axe between his legs.

I hope I died below a sky parted by the hands of a girl.

I hope I died a poem of tongues and heart.

I hope I died as sweat and esteem streaked on bulwarks.

I hope I died as Hank for an afternoon.

I hope I died for the goners, for the forgotten so easily.

I hope I died for every cracked lip full of poetry (and shady poetry contests).

I hope I died for rigged sandbox games.

I hope I died as wet parking lots.

I hope I died with search lights swaying back and forth in the furthest corner of sky.

I hope I died a poet with wasted verses on you.

I hope I died to the sound of women clapping.

I hope I died leaving pyramids of complex thought behind.

I hope I died a line drawn, elusive to most; I was a surprise to her, when I crossed it.

I hope I died salve, rather than lather.

I hope I died the hollow echo of Love’s last words.

I hope I died mostly restless.

I hope I died as honest scars, kissing the backs of hands.

I hope I died as love in a soccer field (candle light and milk).

I hope I died as kissed thoughts (held to a forehead).

I hope I died a promise to a room of whispers.

I hope I died as the soft pocket of skin under your cheek bone.

I hope I died as a whole bottle of shots.

I hope I died a conquistador of the useless.

I hope I died as eyes balled up, bloodshot, and wet in a bathroom closet.

I hope I died as just some stars.

I hope I died a wish made under breath of gunfire.

I hope I died where her touch made it glow.

I hope I died near eyes that close on mine.

I hope I died as the ire of a heart pulled out.

I hope I died lying sad in your folds.

I hope I died with beer in hand, heartaches and the scent of pine.

I hope I died next to an unreal beautiful girl.

I hope I died with kisses poised over your heart.

I hope I died with fingerprints, heart and breath aimed at you.

I hope I died deep and teased.

I hope I died like bottles, sucked and gloated, trudged out to meet her.

I hope I died a novena (blood hugged close to the blade).

I hope I died a whisper held damp to soft words.

I hope I died as Burke’s Lament.

I hope I died as the lattice-work of hours (as we remember them being kept).

I hope I died a better-than-that-man man.

I hope I died with an empty quiver.

I hope I died without any more parking lot references.

I hope I died as the grass I pulled from your backyard.

I hope I died where the click is heard aloud.

I hope I died in your thrall, Sweet Bell of a Girl.

I hope I died the most bruised.

I hope I died as the dragging of fingers across the armor of automobiles.

I hope I died as a clutched poem to a chest.

I hope I died a hollow pumpkin.

I hope I died a night of lit eyes with candles in its guts.

I hope I died the triggers in our hearts.

I hope I died a song in your throat.

I hope I died as gore words.

I hope I died a makeshift blanket you used when you were cold.

I hope I died a stain of blackberry blood on your nails.

I hope I died a wish breaking skin.

I hope I died a metaphor held hostage.

I hope I died as fingers slick through raven hair.

I hope I died a bitten tongue.

I hope I died as pain wed to heart (pox rot of the eye).

I hope I died a knot behind your knee.

I hope I died a cramp deep in your guts.

I hope I died with diamond voice shared with you—as written.

I hope I died dog-eared, dog-tired.

I hope I died as covers gathered close to a face.

I hope I died where my innocence became hard along its edges.

I hope I died as a nest of scars.

I hope I died as the weak-kneed amongst us.

I hope I died as pre-wasted hours—never used.

I hope I died a hyphenated-man.

I hope I died a web-work of lies to drink to.

I hope I died as parks and jealous-triggers.

I hope I died with her hands still in my pockets.

I hope I died set to music.

I hope I died with a head full of hair.

I hope I died brittle close.

I hope I died with a handle on love.

I hope I died pouring over words chosen just for you.

I hope I died with a star under my bed.

I hope I died in the touching places—in cold, crisp moonlight.

I hope I died in foggy dream.

I hope I died a Word pressed into breath.

I hope I died a messy poet.

I hope I died a cavity of grief, a face wretched with spilled lips.

I hope I died a boy stalking, a boy stumbling.

I hope I died a poem no amount of rooms can hold.

I hope I died with you in my fortunate lungs.

I hope I died as a heart, incomplete—never picked up recently.

I hope I died a dragged-tongue over a belly button.

I hope I died spooned to a voice.

I hope I died with shards left to bear.

I hope I died as bar tops written with fingers in the wet.

I hope I died a poem written violently in corners with red.

I hope I died the Bending Place: where innocent boys and broken-men things that decorate bars scream in canals to be found soon.

I hope I died a dream you waited for me in.

I hope I died warm of voice.

I hope I died with words in my mouth.

I hope I died as someone’s verse.

I hope I died as blood on jeans.

I hope I died in canals as hot.

I hope I died with insulation showing.

I hope I died writ large.

I hope I died as napkin words in bars.

I hope I died as finger-painted love.

I hope I died well enough—for this funeral poem.

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