Long Live the Living Dapper

long lived and how i bleed...

this is a small story

from every piece of me

lost

that i did not get to keep

and so now i give to you

here (dearie dear)

i am jack's leaky orifice

perhaps

maybe unstuck in time

sans meter(s)

maybe, i have everything i need

as we, you and i

 measure our time

in coffee cups

as days go by

before we fade to black

way after we got it back

but anyway,

i'll be pleased to meet you

all dressed in white

the living dapper

　

and we shall wait for another

bleeding

like some fucked up living tragedy

Author's Note

Reviews

[Kesha]

That last line really nailed everything into place "like some fucked up living tragedy" funny how life just kind of passes us by and before we realize it, we're 70 years old and waking up alone. Nicely done.