Notes on Closure and Death

Nature you take back what
you had once given forth, but why?
When emotion forms connectedness
then the human attachment

wants nothing to do with the wear
and the tear of separation.

Because of voice and persona
moments were carefully recorded
within our memory banks
and the primordial glue is formed.

The human connect with each other
does not wish to allow
for alterations or sacrifices
in this real space and time.

One does not imagine the distance traveled
without the grace of a copilot
to complete the steps traced
by futures unwavering protocol.

We join hands to understand
that the love is somehow real,
it surpasses itself as a word
to illustrate staying power,

and here, as time unfolds decay,
it sets in place the undercurrent,
the ending of such overly nurtured
placations upon one another,

whether by energy or by blood.

The time for our syncopated
and extended relations comes to grips
with the decision of nature and time;
we will be pulled away, and always

without warning, because no time
will ever be the right time to accept
goodbye as the last great bastion
of human closure.


Jeremy Szuder
Jeremy Szuder lives in a tiny apartment with his wife, two children and two cats. He works in the evenings in a very busy restaurant, standing behind a stove, a grill, fryers and heating lamps, happily listening to hours of hand selected music and conjuring ideas for new art and poetry in his head. When his working day ends and he enters his home in the wee hours, he likes to sit down with a glass of wine and record all the various words and images that bear fruit within his mind. Jeremy Szuder only sets the cage doors free when the work begins to pile up too high. In this life, Szuder makes no illusions of being a professional artist in any way, shape, or form.