as my friends and i begin to change we chat about perfect funerals


How To Go

Gather as you will
Where you want and gossip
Your sweet heads off as you
Receive some ashes that need
One last bathe of the sun before
You fizz them away...then retire
To play the night out dancing to fiddles.

I would pay to see that!

Steve, I'm sorry but I doubt I'll make it
To the Himalayas and your sky thing...
But only if you go first.

Whatever happened
To weddings?








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-21 at 23:54

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Sid Gardner
I went to a wedding last week. A bloody good one. Have you ever seen twelve drunken men trying to push a bus out of a grass cas park when it has sunk up to its axels in mud? Still recovereing from a busted flush...Suit is at the cleaners...
2011-09-24


countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
I seem to have reached an age where the majority of gatherings of family and friends are funerals and weddings. Both seem sad, the rituals rote and rife with relief that "it's not me, yet."
2011-09-22