I looked Death in the eye
quizzically, and asked,
sincerely surprised
Why are you here?
Death seemed surprised
too
That's not what
I usually
get asked
it said, kinda measured out
listening to itself and thinking
obviously as it went on
Why am I here
doing this
anyway
While I wondered
where else would Death be
or go?
if not on the job
is there a hangout
ghouls after work?
and now Death
was glaring at me
well even more really
and well even quieter than
and I wondered why I
had even asked
as if it weren't my end yet
Why are you here?

There is a poem
arising on this page
hesitantly

It doesn't know you
or what to festoon itself with
to get your attention

which is worth more
than diamonds

Look at your hands
tell them
how to hold
oh they already
know
Whisper about
the feel
of my

Rest them
in the crook
of my
place for them

Spin them around
each other
and you feel distance

Let them flutter
up from the keyboard
and sing

They ache
you know
for entwinement
your fluttering hopeful
birds

Get away
get away all of you
just get away
I can no longer
pay

This thirsty day
asks everything
asks deja vue
asks slaking
and I drown
in nothing at all
privately
I'm at a loss
which were you
on these bases
running

it's dark in here with you
I thought you would
light it up just being here
I thought you would
revel

Hello my neurons
What's it take
To be happy?
Since you are
The endall
The beall
******* sugar
From my blood
What am I
In you?
A song played
On flesh
A story written
In protein synthesis?
A song
Played on nerves?
Flailing dendrites
submit and fire
Oh the breach