i
read
poetry
on the toilet
something going in
something coming out
it
makes
a
Great Sense to me
~
all those pages
i marked with
a small fold in the corner
well i picture
someone looking thru them
for
something
to
read
at
my
funeral
Primo's Monday
or maybe
his Give Us
that
i read this morning
in
there
something going in
something going out
( no wait
read his
Song Of Those Who Died In Vain )
and . . .
flush
~
and im wondering who that would be
looking for something
to read
for me ?
when i think
Screw You
im not going to die
theres too much Madness
i dont want to miss
these
pages
are
marked
for ME to read
at YOUR funeral
if i get up the guts
on your Big Day
~
or
i
will
read
them
at your graveside
i could do that
at least
or at your cardboard urn
when your ashes
swirl like starlings
into
the
great wherever
with
hollywood
golden leaves
all around
and
thin
mocking
english
rain
getting under
my collar
~
or maybe
i will
read them
at home
for you
do i really need to go out ?
would my proximity
to your cadaver
really matter ?
maybe
itll
help you
rest in peace
tho
i
dont
know
how anybody can
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