goner

with bones that crepitate and ache

with flesh of crepe and fissures

it may be time to ponder and make

my peace with Fategirl’s scissors

it may be time to tally and settle

my modest life’s affairs

let not that last-plucked calendar-petal

send me off unawares

.

the wind’s no longer bracing

the birdsong does not cheer

the passing hours are racing

the cliffedge draws so near

so out go final messages

forgiveness of all debtors

eradicating vestiges

of jealousy of betters

.

the deathbed’s warm and cozy

and ringed with weeping friends

the media are nosy

and love to mark our ends…

so

fuck it!! time to rally;

throw off the bedclothes! RISE!!

EMERGE from shadowed valley–

it’s Party Time, you guys!!!!