I prefer
to die alone
with my boots on
don’t want to be
in an airplane
with people
screaming
being around
people normally
is bad
enough
or in
a hospital bed
with some
‘well-meaning’
stranger
holding my hand
telling me
touchy-feely crap
like
‘it’s OK to let go’
take that
to some other room
death
is personal
I want to be left alone
let me be
by myself and
go in peace
he is greatly missed
on the screened back porch
patchouli incense burning
darkness setting in
wet leaves on sidewalk
trees are dripping the raindrops
cool wind coming up
the right thing
after the chance
to do it
already has passed
now
I don't bother
about
worrying
doing the right thing
indifference rules
sometimes
not my battle
not worth it
no good deed
goes unpunished
just ride away
the black puppy barks
he would like his breakfast now
he is dependent
sun plays hide and seek
squirrel jumps from tree to tree
quiet afternoon
picnic table
broken
plastic table
upside down
random toys
laying
unkempt kempt
rusting barbecue grill
no wait, grills
torn porch screen
porch crumbling like
ruins of Athens
banged up
derelict door
crumbling
tree branches drooping
in depression
side of house dirty
cheap torn curtain
in bathroom window
sad house
full of sadness
in spades
broken spirit
beaten up
beaten down
hands and knees