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.
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:
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.
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