Cliff Saunders
confessions of a goner My whole life is coming to an end,
of engine failure and making
and a longing for spontaneity
helmets cool under sofa pillows.
eludes me as nights get colder
I make snow dust the field
and stones burn me to make them
where the dying is just beginning.
more normal. I’m dying while
Hoping for the best, I make fish
waiting for seas to be born.
bounce on pedestals, churches
Please, I’m terrified for my life
bounce with a single member.
right now. I’m a goner with
I live life informed by jagged edges.
binoculars at the ready, but now
It looks like I cannot be free
I see stargazers in Africa, I see
without getting elbowed by
ports in jeopardy and grass
chatty office workers. What fills
summer-red. I’d love to one day
the world has changed from
see winter gardens filled with
vermilion to sizzling star.
red wolf puppies, but now I need
Out of the broom closet, death
to sing my story of aftershocks
brings me a past that never
to the next level. Right now,
happened, a peaceful passing
I’m just living on the edge
into its twilight of healing.