By | 1 July 1998

It’s amazing how old some people can get
before they even begin to realize
they’re going to have to die one day too as if
no-one had ever made it perfectly clear
the stuff about dying wasn’t just a threat.

I say that like I’d plied the Styx on a skiff
like my death was some sort of exotic fruit
ripening deep in the hothouse of my being
but how will having gone on about it help
when my body is definitively stiff?

It’s amazing how long you can go between
drinks I mean those moments when it’s clear as gin
that after all you’re not completely dead yet
there’s a survivor buried in you somewhere
I say all this like my life was pure routine.

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