I’ve heard not dying’s the goal of life;
mine is to live so I won’t.
I won’t die
until I don’t want to.
Then I’ll be in the ocean,
on a mountain,
in the trunk,
maybe in the ground
or the air,
somewhere -
somewhere less desperate.
less melancholy than
being gone.
I’ve always wanted to die from laziness,
but then there’s usually some
old man in a blanket on a loading dock
clinging to life in the rain
when I’m driving home from
a bad interview.
And I say, Enough bothering the mortician!
Depression should only affect the masters,
not the slaves since
they have the beauty to fight it.
I cannot expect the future,
and it’s all I think about:
the parts I can’t control,
the parts I won’t miss.
Today I live
and breathe
and all that jazz.
