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I dedicate this poem to my father's book.

SEVEN MINUTES

Homer, money you chased
From babyhood to old age
Then Mario wrote those letters
Of sweet, funny scenes

Throughout a country gone mad
While bureaucrats swam in an orgy
Of blocked roads and crumbling buses
And ghosts danced frantically

At the sound of drums
Homer, you’ve changed my life
With your yacht
And women

All false
And full of appeal
Until the most famous people
Gathered in that ship

To see the end of the world
As the Beatles played
Their melodious songs
And the sun exploded

In a big bang
Homer the clever
Dreamed by a glorious mind
Interred in the depths of a book

Never published to the world
Sulking in the midst of time
Buried in an orgy of dust
Under a bed

Homer you’re my hero!


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A DREAM

A calm sea shines under a full moon
Showing the view

Of a peaceful beach
Amidst utopia

As a wave hurtles
Towards the shore

Threatening to engulf me
Into chaos

I wish it to stop
And it’s Motionless in an instant

Weird in my vision
I can’t be sure whether it’s reality

Or if it exists alongside my fears
I’m thankful for this gift of freezing time

To save my life
Lost in the cosmos

Then consciousness
Threatens to sweep away sleep

And throws me
Towards a bluish sea of reality

While the morning sun
Awakes my senses

As I open my eyes
I remember that frozen second

Of eternity
Thrown into uncertainty

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My father died ten years ago. As a cryonicist, I have lost him twice, first to death itself and then to the tomb.

IN MEMORY OF DAD

I have memories of you
Happy events of my childhood
Shrouded in fog
Dimmed by the years

As I remember you
I dissolve in tears
A proud man
Has been reduced to dust

What lies under the mud
It’s not my dad
He’s gone forever
And only lives in my mind

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