Fade


those lips gently fade to black
 concentrate no, don’t hear, don’t see
 change the channel
 i’ll water myself first
  stop no, don’t carry, that hearse
  i might be a little double minded
  but that’s the lump sum of choices
  in playing chicken with fate
  i may not be as morose as before
   in communicating in code as before
  I always gainsaid reality
 So stick out a carrot  
 so I can follow along
 feel until I touch the braille
  the writing on the wall
  I’ll try to reformat and age
  break down and be saved
 remember that imprint posthumously

  Departing  my forehead
  As an evaporating memory       

 Dripping down

 And disappearing

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