#1419 - after death

 

1419

4.323

20.xi.23

after death

notes for ghost writing

and towards self-eulogy

(‘come to my funeral, friends’)

perhaps also dream diary

 

 

after death

so not here

the word you want is utterly

 

all that was written

the future is in

 

bespoke

like Kafka’s gate

 

might have already won the prize

years away yet

and crossed that line

when we’ll come to it

 

the future

was always coming along

 

and some may say prophetic

 

tight in a skin

drummed to doom

the usual

 

asleep where we are

ahead of all was

 

as many parts as we have together

call all of this life

 

when I go

some fuckwit will have an opinion

 

dare you then?

 

these poems

these pictures

bite

 

put foot

through a hole in my sock

that was it

 

the otherness is all