Category Archives: death

smoke rise sutra

That is the beauty

of illusory Time:

in any given moment

your only obligation

is to that moment–

anything else

that will happen or

that has happened

is all a part

of the illusion.

BOM BOM MAHADEV.

 

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In This Deep Slumber

In this deep slumber

before the big sleep

 

Oxygen tubes sing monotonous sonatas

to no one

 

Here have this morphine

you won’t feel a thing

don’t know what you think of it all

if you think at all

blink once for yes

 

Last words rattled days ago

Pastor at the door with last rites

says his God has a plan

says God would send him to hell if he dares end his suffering himself

this pastor with the chubby cheeks

skin smooth from lotion

eyes dulled from child pornography and weekly litanies

fucking hypocrite doesn’t eat meat on Fridays

thinks God has bestowed the right to dictate another man’s karma

 

In this deep slumber

one could only hope for nothingness

 

The heart still beats in the chest

of a dead man

 

Condemned to a midazolam purgatory

before he is ready to say: No

just send me to hell already