bad bye

must i tell you

that when i die

keep me among the living

do not bury me like a rotten carrot

do not put me in your drying mouths

that are thick with old sex

take away the pictures of my final shot

remove the canisters which may contain

a dream of mine not yet finished

call out to whomever speaks of me

as gone

as a goner

tell my land lady that i will be late this month

but i was late every month

have a grinning beer with me

eat grotesquely with me

love with me or just me

this wanting unfurled like a strawberry

in a pocket during a deep summer

that stain that will only wash out after you do

is what i have always been

and now

in this small barking

that a cat can try if it is brave enough

that a dog will forget when it is not

all i will remain

after the practice of a lifetime

*

above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.

it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be you again. get a copy here: https://goo.gl/zsyqVD