please don’t stare
at my corpse
it’s not me
just the shell
and remains
of a bad decision
i live in your heart
eternally
August 28, 2012
me
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michaelmcguirt 
August 28th, 2012 at 10:27 am
chilling and frightening
August 29th, 2012 at 12:22 am
Are you ever “you”?
August 29th, 2012 at 10:45 am
except for the appearance of a corpse, always…
August 29th, 2012 at 8:23 am
wow, very moving in such a short piece….each line is deft and yet like a real blow, gets me thinking about that ‘bad decision’…..
August 29th, 2012 at 6:27 pm
bad decisions lurk in disguise…
August 29th, 2012 at 3:18 pm
Well said. What does our corpse matter, anyway? T Bu the time anyone gets to see it, it’s a building we left long ago.
August 29th, 2012 at 6:30 pm
a shell wearing it’s best Hickey Freeman suit
August 29th, 2012 at 9:09 pm
Yup. As the old bluesman once said I am going to have the sharpest shined shoes in the graveyard
September 8th, 2012 at 3:27 am
Simply naked and beautiful
September 17th, 2012 at 8:26 am
Sublime wording, as always, a real pleasure to read you today love xo
September 18th, 2012 at 9:55 pm
bisoux…
September 18th, 2012 at 5:17 pm
lovely Michael – lib
September 18th, 2012 at 9:56 pm
thank you lib
October 13th, 2012 at 3:47 pm
whoah
October 23rd, 2012 at 11:05 pm
Should I leave your space without offering a few of my “poor thoughts” on this poem, then I know I would carry that regret with regret. Rarely do I come across poets whose pen could sing, dance, and paint on one blank paper. Such powerful poetry !
November 22nd, 2012 at 1:19 pm
Wow…how many of us can truly relate to these words. Beautifully expressed. 🙂