January 11, 2014

I got word from my brother,

A suggestion from one lover;

It’s a fine time to fill in those spaces,

I’ll take on cyber lawyers, to fill out a cyber will.

Cards splayed out on the table,

A gasp goes down  ’round the drawn crowd,

As they turn to peak at my color

Already leaking from my face. They cannot wait.


And I turn up  to seek her colour,

Already flushing her chest and cheek.

I can very hardly wait

She’ll  start  to  try  to  speak…

And I’ll find and see

All in all, the riches mined & left shining

After finalities,

Are just filthy lucre

Aside memories