moniker42

Universe of light heart.

The sleeper now among the crypt.

Now with Myrrh.

Now the coins you pay, embalmed.

Now at the end of your dreaming.

Now you awake in death.

No more electric self.

No more electric machinery in your
heart and head and ass.

No more yellow skin like old fatigued paper, the burnt color of almonds.

You haven't wept in nine years.

You haven't laughed since I was a boy.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Your children are a figment of your imagination. I know. Your obituary told me so.

No more motorized breath.

No more the accordion. No more beep.

No more your eyes searching for your lost hunger.

You shit motor oil for nine years.

You haven't fucked my mother since that fog took you.

Did it hurt?

Universe of light heart, do you remember my dog and endless gallons of milk and ice cream?

Do you remember ripping the steering wheel off?

Really now, a dump truck, of all things.

Universe of light heart, will you remember your marriage vows and your imaginary children and their children and so on.

The hungry fog swallowed you whole one day.

In nine years you didn't wish, you didn't dream.

What became of Paul? Is he still in Cuba?

Joe, you've caused me a lot of anguish for someone I never even liked in the first place.