Sunday, January 18, 2015

Au revoir

Forgo the embalming
Strike a match not a pose
Lay a blanket of flames
from my head to my toes
 
With industrial spray
wash the dust that remains
and say, Au revoir
as I head down the drain
 
No call for a digger
no stone there to be
just a tumbling spirit
heading far out to sea


In years yet to follow
when sunlight breaks through
A faint memory
could land upon you


May it spark up a smile
of one quite insane
whose last dying wish
was to ride through the drain.


 
 



Zobostic Corwin

 
 

1 comment:

Pauline said...

Yo Dude - I'm Right There With Ya.......macth and all..............but let me fly high on the winds. Then I can soar like an Eagle over mounains and plains and not have to put up with smelly old drains.