Impromptu

 

Tomorrow or soon thereafter

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.