Requiem

When one's lifetime is a private eternity,
you say
that death is going to be an adventure
but I laugh
bursting bubbles.
I'm going to be really pissed off if it isn't, though.
I've never died before.
or have I?

Engaging my mind
take it off revision, please. But then again
I read 'Birdsong' and death floods my mind once more
what must it be like
a final moment?
and last words:
once you've said something profound, you'd better shut up

He shot
himself because he was in so much pain
But to those who have never been so desperate
how can we, the unsuffered innocent, understand that memory?
Insecurity
floods through me like alcohol
and does not take effect until I am halfway down the street
And gasping for air from imaginary gas,
unless this is my requiem?

Sighing against a broken tree
a nail snags and rips as easily as velcro
and draws painless blood
which is not the end;
and I scratch a scar that is nothing special but makes me ashamed
because it is not.