• Gary Hunter

No Gravestone (April 4, 1972 – October 22, 2010) - Aug. 2, 2021

if there was a gravestone Meditation would stick out

fromof a shallow grave of dust on top of my bookshelf


after 38½ years of closed-eye diving

and subtle breathing I stopped diving


Whatever it was or is or forever will be

was clever enough to tease and elude me


so yes tonight I am drunk on futility

long past midnight a hunger returns

the gnawing ache for a fat juicy promise

but I think I’ll just put together

a ham and cheese sandwich instead

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