When Death Did Play

When Death did play

I was at an airport lounge in Seattle

eating dusty warm leather,

A/C a cool shadow sighing…

When Death did play

I said goodbye to my

mother and brother once more,

they stood as I went an ocean away, not knowing I was afraid.

When Death did play

I rummaged through manic memories,

running to North pole for Christmas joy,

toys I hardly cared for, a bike stolen at my

trailer park, friends for sale

take them so I don’t have to tell them who

I am…

I rolled through fences, sheep 1, 2, 3, 4, etc..

pillows concrete, bed springy cardboard, sweat

till I drown, fan whooshing hurricanes,

asylum door 3156, 65? Codes known vanish,

death speaks, I panic, consume fast food in

daily sequences…

When Death did play

I was strung up by lift and jet fuel,

maniacal wings spread out to expanding

gases sighing to finite entities.

When Death did play

He spoke kindly to my

deteriorating gaze,

brown eyes blinking

now static, terror of

afterlife, regrets come up

glowing moss green, hollow

vapors taunting me,

cupid with full quiver

giggling, friends silent

watching my execution.