Death Defying

I’ll be glad when the waiting is over

“I’m dying” she said 
and I’ll tell you what I need 
is to be left alone
saying my goodbyes 
to she who loves me 

and rest on my dignity 

In peace


not the hospital conveyor belt
scalpel opening my chest
scanners laundering my life savings 
into some corporate piggy bank

I ain’t got    

               the time
                             to invest

in that kinda bullshit 


Gimme a double
single malt whiskey 
a full Monty breakfast
Bollocks to the liver 
sod the cholesterol 
A pack of smokes
Some old time jokes
that are actually funny 
a mug of sweet milky tea 

bunny hop round the room

one more time with me

Please


Kiss me and carry me naked 
out into the garden 
So’s the sun can warm 
my old cold grey bones 
The neighbours? 
begging your pardon
a case of mistaken identity 

do I look like someone 

who still gives a shit

with one foot planted 

Precariously in it


no empty prayers no false promises
of some better life hereafter 
dry those tears~cook up some laughter 
bring me hotdogs~a cold beer
damn the expense to hell with excuses 

pull on those big girls knickers 

let’s have the party right here


No time like the present


Do not spoon feed me jelly 
behind plastic courtesy 
While I talk to fat Freddy
dead and gone these 
last twenty years 
while the ward overnight 
collects up the empties 
silently processes the dying
into next week’s compost 

like some 

              Penny dreadful 

                        agricultural 

                                recycling machine

Let me die clean


Bad life choices~worse death options
I tell you now if that’s all you got
just give me the drugs and fuck off 
I’ll go when I’m good and ready

to be honest my darlings 

I’ll be glad

when the waiting is over 


Hospice palliative care 
what the hell do I care
bring me a guitar
an old rocking chair
a crotchety porch 
to sit an cry on 

I see you grim reaper 

my wry smiling pilot


sharpening your wits


yeah well it’s swell of you 

to come see me 

salute my last evening 

pull up a pew~take the weight off 

no rush~me an you 

we can go down slowly 

one last sunset together 


Adieu

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So, this is a strange one born of one line that got stuck in my head: “I’ll be glad when the waiting is over.”

It wouldn’t go away so I built the story around it, like one does, when obsession takes over.

It’s a kind of death rattle~swan song~hymn to defiance/acceptance, all rolled into one big fat doobie, ready to smoke.

Hope you enjoyed reading it. If you did, feel free to share, comment and if you feel like dancing, subscribe…I ain’t going anywhere soon.

Cheers Sea🥂😘

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