Poetry • by Stephen Emslie

 

Poetry • by Stephen Emslie

 

PLAY AUDIO VERSION: voice of John Pritchard  




Photograph of Stephen Emslie standing in a winter forest, a black capped chickadee perched on his hand.



Throw a party for my life, my death


Throw a party for my life my death
Let’s toast my killer
though I haven’t seen him yet

But I have seen regret
on white lines and sequence print
The pain just keeps on seepin in
Loopin thoughts I am frequenting
visionin
Coke on the table in the reapers den

So will I die tonight
Fly tonight
I have a cried alright
Fuck imma ride tonight
Hopin death will never catch up
He will take me by depression
only if I let up

But I can feel its closeness
This marks the coldest solstice
But I can feel its closeness
This marks the coldest solstice

    

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[Distillate © HA&L + Stephen Emslie {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]