wither, thou goest

wither, thou goest

all over my body

make crepe-scapes in skinfolds

and fishflesh so scroddy

thou growest in nostrils

a junglish forest

make innocent toenails

into quasimodos

make brown hair albino

put ground glass in elbows

install in the brain box

a dense fog machine;

we are walking freak shows

who live unto ninety

reward for unrecklessness:

age wreckfully–

but it beats oblivion

if we get coffee

so bring it on, Old Age,

i wither with glee.