Okay: it’s a gift
each day to wake and
strive to be happy—
but the imperative
to come forth (or
come fifth, or come
come fifth, or come
clean, or whatever)
is not a quid pro
quo we should need
to put up with.
To say to the worms
and maggots waiting
on death's platform:
on death's platform:
“Hey sorry—but this train
now runs express
now runs express
and in-reverse”
would seem on the
face of it anything
but crude, if not for
its infringement on
that finitude we
bargained for when
brokering our contracts.
that finitude we
bargained for when
brokering our contracts.
Moreover: to comically
keep unrolling
the scroll of a life
while withholding the cipher
to decode its message's
preciousness is at best
an over-saturation
of an already highly
temperamental market—
and at worst,
a tremendous violation
of what we thought
was our God-
given right
to some rest.
temperamental market—
and at worst,
a tremendous violation
of what we thought
was our God-
given right
to some rest.
