Dead Man Poems I / Tristan Foster

The Dead Man Considers His Options

In death the 
dead man learned 
to play piano 
on a broken
out of tune
bosendorfer grand imperial

In death the 
dead man uses  
safety matches to 
make nebulae in
galaxies too far
away to matter

In death the
basketballs are too 
wide for the
hoop so the
dead man dunks
in his dreams 


The Dead Man and the Cicada 

Tell me, Dead Man:
Will it be alright?

The Dead Man answers:
Even the cicada makes 
A cicada god. 


The Dead Man and His Reckless Life

The Dead Man was reckless
In life, but who among us
Isn't? You can't be upset about
This, Dead Man. What's the 
Point? Save your tears for something 
Grander. We all ran from 
Something, Dead Man. We all
Failed more than we found
Success. Take a tissue to dry your 
Cheeks, Dead Man. Please. What 
Did you think life was actually 
About?




Tristan Foster is a writer from Sydney, Australia. His debut short story collection Letter to the Author of the Letter to the Father was published from Transmission Press.

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