Waking Moments

Waking Moments


Seeing her
laying there
in the casket

so peacefully
serene

like a plastic mannequin

"Doesn't she look good?"

"Her pain is gone"

"She's with God now"

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

She's dead!!!

Void of life

An overdressed door stop

This is not my pal gone cold!!

I see her dancing

So young and dumb

and full of life

Flood of memories

school days care free

back in decadent 70's

Forever flirty friends

we were
once upon a time

Look at us now

You are dead

and me

playing the somber soul

Dressed in my

best death comes a
calling threads 

We would share 
a laugh at the absurdity
of this scene

How the Hell
did I ever 
outlive you?

Now what do I do?

Do I go in the back
and chat?

Reminisce and swap
your life stories 
with these strangers
I use to know long ago
when we were less
proper and so much
more alive

I never know

how to perform

at these things

Maybe find religion

suck up to the Lord
while it's convenient  

My prayer
my hope
my wish

is that you are 
looking down 
on your farewell scene

and are as happy in death

as you were in life 

Amen