Laid out on my couch
Mouth open, drool on the cushions
A dress rehearsal for my casket
Skip the shiny silk, the ruching
Stick with the easy clean microfiber
Carry me to the grave
On perfectly indented cushions
A comfortable pad for the moles
Who’ll take up residence in my skull
Hanging curtains from my ribs
Or skip it all, burn me to ash
Arrange my family in a circle
Play a game of pass the parcel
The winner will take me to the desert
Lay beneath the Milky Way
Contemplate the universe
I never made time to see
Instruct them to close their eyes
Toss me into the breeze
(Downwind, of course)
After my dust settles
I’ll lay at rest in a cactus flower
Catch a ride with the next bat
Who can return me to the stars
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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