End Of A Year Bo Diaz
My deepest sympathies extend,
to those who don't know where here is.
Both feet in water. Both hands on breasts.
Both eyes on lips. Brain set to forget.
And then.
My consistent request, to those who might save me from this.
Both feet in quickrete. Both drums rupture.
Both lungs burst, from what you put me under.
And then.
My gracious bequest: Brain to keelhaul of ship.
Both lobes don't mind.
Both lobes don't mind leaving skull behind.
And then again.
