The living yearn for eternity yet


    to breathe fog


    onto glass.


    The dead want


    The dead want


    The dead want


    maraschino cherries,


    ice cream headaches


    and grapefruit sting.


    The dead want


    is open, dreaming.


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    to be finalists


    for a sweepstakes


    that they may have


    already won.


    The dead want


    all


    wishky they


    The dead want


    with breathless


    anticipation, to be


    down during climax


    into ethereal nothingness.


    The dead want