Binman
I am over and done with,
finished,
in the trash,
put out for the binman.
The dark hooded binman.
He waves his sharpness in greeting,
a final farewell greeting.
A welcome to my world greeting.
The binman is here to take out the trash.
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Trip To Hell
29, June 2008, 11:18 pm
Filed under: Death, Negative, Poetry | Tags: death, Ferryman, Hell, River Styx
Filed under: Death, Negative, Poetry | Tags: death, Ferryman, Hell, River Styx
Take a breath
A long deep sigh.
Smell that?
It’s brimstone.
Extend your fingers
Reach out.
Feel that?
It’s fire.
Open your mouth
Lick the air.
Taste that?
It’s smoke.
Listen closely
Strain your ears.
Hear that?
It’s a river.
Open your eyes
Look about.
See that?
He is your ferryman.
