When it comes
my time to die,
let me fall upon
a rubber knife,
and lie on the floor
in full dress,and shoes
while my blood
refuses to ooze.

To connivingly
con the fates,
I'll close my eyes,
and damper breath
while wild thoughts
spin through my head-
not of death-but life,
for I shall fall
on a rubber knife.

10/26/2003

Posted on 10/26/2003
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