I said Come in

I said Come in, death,
be my friend.
She walks in
like violets,
wearing her spangled
oblivion.

Says Call me not
death. Hangs
that perfumed cloak
over the chairback.

Unwrapped she is
a full figure of dying,
promisedark.
Call me
now, she says,
i will be
now to you
forever,

love.

I wanted an end,
a friend, not
this--  Her eyes are
dark gates
opening

Silly little good morning

Wake up to steady hissing
gray sky emitting
interference,  solid static
transmission

downstairs bacon spitting
and knucklepopping in
the pan, a rainsound
sizzle,

broadcasts its breakfast smell.
Breathe a harsh black "good
morning" message the
coffeepot

transmits, in
drip
drip
drizzle