If I believed I was dying,
would you drop everything --
fantasy, football,
tears on my pillow,
the pretence of indifference?
Or roll your eyes
and come up double zero?

The element of surprise,
[surprise, surprise]
undermined by the frequency
of my imminent demise.

I have no patience
with those who suffer
deficits of attention.

On the occasion of your passing
I will remember you by your disdain
for my credibility
the day you shaved your head.

06/01/2009

Posted on 05/31/2009
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