Poem – Tim Upperton

At the cemetery the gravestones are hilarious

You have two dogs
that are hounds from hell.
They scuffle and slobber.
I don’t do dogs very well.

Your lower lip is full,
your upper lip is thin.
I simply am not thinking.
This is the saddest place I’ve ever been in.

I am not simply thinking.
Your big horse carries you away.
Your dogs bark and bark.
Everything carries you away.

At the cemetery the gravestones are hilarious.
This woman died aged one hundred and two.
We sit on her tomb for an hour.
You kiss me. I kiss you.


Tim Upperton

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