I died yesterday, last week too
caught a stray virus, bug, fungus
sickened and withered on the vine
just this morning, far too young
I opened myself to the dark
monotonous music of the spheres
shook my head hard and watched
my teeth fly out.
I kneel below your window now
at midnight and groan you a lullaby
while you lie awake on your bed
heart stumbling, straining,
struggling to move your thickening
blood, your fingers jerking
twisting to the strains
of my sweet ragtime melody.
Bio: Jeffrey Park’s poetry has appeared most recently in Subliminal Interiors, Right Hand Pointing, Eye to the Telescope, The Speculative Edge, and various anthologies. His digital chapbook, Inorganic, is available online from White Knuckle Press, and his poem “Hard To Reach” has been nominated for a 2012 Pushcart Prize. A native of Baltimore, Jeffrey now lives in Munich, Germany, where he works at a private secondary school. Links to all of his published work can be found at http://www.scribbles-and-dribbles.com.