November 13th,2003. 3:00 PM Somewhere in Quebec Boulevard D' Viau
Life is a choice and you've made yours go away go away go away from my door all stretched out long and subline you & your body lies still in a cheap makeshift box of pine chips~
The room from wall to wall is filled with soothsayers with nodding acquaintances with family and the whores from down on Elizabeth Street You know the ones that you would meet when it was a high you craved and not love when it was Mary you screamed out too high above of your fierce and exquiste pain seeking to wrap yourself in others just like you on the main
and hoping to what ~ thwart for a moment that universal torment all addicts of life coddle and keep alive at all costs at all costs
hoping for what ~ to find the hidden love in the comfortable misery you share
do you dare
So the room is filled to capacity and some laugh and some cry and some still wonder why and some say nothing at all and some leave for a smoke some for a toke some for a drink and others for tea
they file one by one past your dead weight body all shiny and clean that once held your soul for this time around for this lifetime around until you are lowered into the ground
and in the end they walk right on by like a part in a play you are only one act and they we have others to see to be in until we too are the focus of the moment the fleeting moment when death is your party and all are invited and all bring their best wishes and the look on your face is frozen in time etched in the memory of those who gaze upon you your children will see you forever wearing your look of death in the mask in the cheap box of pine where your body lies all proper and fine not telling the full story of the boy who lay in it not revealing the truth of his last days on earth of his last thoughts at the hearth and the fire behind it that was his life no not telling the story at all not at all.
And how I dreamed when we were young that you would grow and shoot forward and be the one