All the chainsaw death of forests
is witnessed by homeless creatures
on the run from apes called men
who make furniture from trees-
the slaughtered forest they used to live.

Death
the final vacation,
destination unknown.
I just hope its all inclusive,
I left my wallet
in my other suit.

want to know what happens when your dead
**** in and hold your breath
and savour the sound, the last thing you hear

how many boxes are ticked
lifetimes boxed
with the stroke of a pen

I left part of me on railway stations
the top of a mountain
the first steps on a forgotten road.
Part of me can see a lost paradise
a stranger to all my memories
the knowing I must leave all behind
in the end, all my wanderings,
all my understanding, and more
I will exist in all places and none.

Waiting in the wings the flat-line holds her breath
but she knows she always wins, in the end

and her holding her breath is for her own amusement-
a game she daily plays with death.

hooked up to her video game
all a heart can do, is play her game, and wait.