Nearing my deathbed,
I'll let my hair grow,
even as the first frost
seizes the tomatoes.

Everything, even life,
is a synonym for death.
I'll let my grey hair
explode from my head

like illegal fireworks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
I'll be fire and smoke
in my hospital room.

I'll be furious, furious
at God for taking me
from my wife and sons.
My defiant hair will be

blasphemous. Who cares
about a pristine afterlife
when living is a joyous
mess? I'll be a manic wren

building his haphazard
nest from twigs, string,
plastic, grass, moss, hair,
and pages from the King

James Bible. I'm liable
to commit any sacrilege.
My hair will serpentine.
I will not acknowledge

the priest who is called
to deliver my last rites.
I'll insult the yellow sun
and curse the moonlight.

I'll lash myself to my bed
with my hair. I'll battle
until the end. My war cry
will be my death rattle

and vice versa. I know
that I'll be frail. My skin
and muscles will sag.
I'll be just hair and ribs.

Yes, when death comes for me,
I know that I'll be weaker
but I'll still make mortal fists
and attack the Grim Reaper.

NTE Yourself!
NTEs were given out each month
To the reps with low or no sales
In time there were no reps on the account
The Fake God was left alone
Just him and his support to call
They each wanted two fifty k a month
To do the work of ten reps
It was physically impossible
But they went for it and failed
Would they give NTEs to themselves?

Here, the wind whips
The desert sand
Into a furious haze
That blinds all in
It's vicinity

Here, my neighbor is
Dragged out and ******
And my other neighbor
Is drugged out, ******
Different burden, different labor

I pray,
On my knees
Toward the east.
I pray for change
I beg and plead,
Please

this is how i die an array of colours flashed
hippy's tie die shirt glamourized before me
a 60s hendrix tripping vibe
too much deception, not enough communication
silence was the biggest killer...

after all most deaths are silent
and the dead don't speak

but who says they're not listening

a record collection of conversations stored in heathe ledger's memory files , the frontal lobe archives

just like the front side of the incoming car
just like the front side of the quickly approaching cliff ledge
just like the frontal assault i planted on myself,
but my pain is temporary...it is everyone else i know who must bear it  for a lifetime if they discontinue this domino effect

(i'm not talking about domino's pizza)...pizza hut OBVIOUSLY

I ordered the extra large cheese with a side of jalapeno's because this one if going to burn with a cheesy ending

how could you miss it.... i wrote it in my death note.

For God was so furious
          from my sins
He sent an angel
           To knock some sense into me
And that angel
            Has my last name
     and her wrath
                Matches the almighty

I don’t want time to cool off after getting mad
I want you to prove that you’re sorry
Stop asking what you can do to make it better
Don’t just sit there and repeat back to me
Offer me suggestions and do them anyway
Beg my forgiveness down on your knees
Spend the next eight hours overthinking
Get angry and expressive, ******* unfreeze
Fight back, take up a weapon and strike
God knows I’ve given you a million to date
Or deliver an overblown romantic gesture
It could be literally anything I’d appreciate
Hey, can you listen? It’s not that hard
Do I have to scream to be heard?
I don’t think I’m making an impact
You still stand there undeterred