Midst perplexing elusive laughter
Bright spheres will orbit as they always have
Busy masses struggle to grasp
Frantic fury to survive
Feverish destiny sweet and sublime
Stagnating species to endure seasons
Living as ever bereft of reasons
Tomorrow or soon thereafter
Will I bow and bid farewell hereafter
Taking leave of infatuated anxieties
Pain with her celebrated suffering
Ignorance and her cerebral constriction
Relentless masochistic desire for perfection
Spawned in the dark, fermented in frustration
Farewell now to every vile temptation
Tomorrow
Or soon thereafter
Will I confront this world’s conclusive disaster
A funeral ceremony may well commence
Nothing flamboyant
A few ladies and gents
Congregated to demonstrate to no one especially
A suspicion that some left behind may certainly miss me
Faces lowered and sobered and sad
A few tears generously shed on my behalf
And on that occasion I should wish I could tell you
What I would feel were I to feel anything when life is
through
I write these anemic words while still I may
It wasn’t so bad as I made it seem
Some of you meant so goddamn much to me
There were days, dare I say, I rather loved you
And I smile now to reflect how my feelings grew
Sing tomorrow as you always did, this much I implore
Person I knew
If there is a God I beseech him to bless you
And many thanks for your part in this impromptu.
