Advance directive to my survivors

Advance directive to my survivors:
We all know I'm next in line for dying,
So I wanna let you know what I wish.
My advance directive will be like this:
If I try to dance, please let me fall down.
If I need a hand, I'll ask you for one.
If I say enough, it will mean enough.
If I fall asleep, please don't wake me up.
If I can't feed myself, please don't feed me.
If I can't breathe myself, don't breathe for me.
If I don't recall you, don't mistreat me.
Knowing who you are might be beneath me.
I might by then be on to higher things,
Like an angel, off looking for some wings.
 
11.30.2023

I gotta do something that’s gonna hurt

I gotta do something that’s gonna hurt.
Dreading being immersed in ash & dirt.
Could I just put it off till tomorrow,
Like maybe borrow on my own sorrow?
Or yours? There are hard things we've had to do,
Obligatories we've found our ways through.
They mighta hurt our hearts, not just our limbs,
But we've had some mighty hurts that lingered.
I gotta do it, nobody else can.
Dreading it a while, it’s time I began
& afterward I’ll get everything clean,
Dust to dust to no dust including me.
Ashes to ashes, it’s universal.
Cleaning the wood boiler? Just rehearsal!

11.15.2023

Jewel's Jammies sonnet by @janniegramza

 

To wear the comfy clothes of one you love

Who is no longer with you on this Earth

Is like a hug delivered from above 

To warm your heart for everything it’s worth 

I saw you wear these sleep pants all the time

Jack Skellingtons from Walmart or Tarjay

Morning, noon or night, whatever time

They were so you, they are so you today

I think of you & miss you constantly 

Especially at your favorite time of year

When goblins, ghosts & witches all fly free

And all the signs say Enter If You Dare

I keep you close by wearing Halloween

Year-round in jammies you bequeathed to me.

10.08.2024

Seymour tronnet 7 in one blow

There once was a Grimm story we were told
about a poor but confident fellow
claiming of slaying 7 in one blow,
stitched it on his belt like a rodeo!
It was 7 flies, not men (still impressed --
7 would have taken me a minute
I guess, even with my eyes at their best,
Not 7 in one shot like he did it).
So in my memory dude brags around,
Which manages to game himself some ground
Until he runs into some giant clowns
who kick his loser ass down fuckin town.
Moral of the story, deceits & lies
in the end don't gain you a better life.
 
But it turns out I recalled it all wrong.
That dude didn't have no downfall at all.
He tricks his way into fame & riches
& ends up marrying him a princess.
People fear but just can't get rid of him
& ultimately he gets to be King.
Some moral! How did I change the whole thing
into how truth & justice trump fake bling?
Working as a Bristol Mountain liftie
it was quite comical to those on skis
seeing me swat flies, pt-tchhh! with my hat
against the plexiglass, mofos take that!
I busted that hat up wouldn't you know,
but I never got 7 in one blow.

02.10.2024