Barely Fog The Mirror

(in) life the superficial

little cross country race

as we scurry across this space and time

we all do barely fog the mirror
(before) the forever inevitable death
 that curtain call
we all we are 
breathing borrowed air
 in between this all

 as one procurer

among many

taking pictures

from a dingy rearview mirror

from a crowd we all consider

but no one really see's the clearer
we just lie and pretend the meaning

as all the light that's saved

unto these brain's

fades into what's unfamiliar

like another writ of error

copied from some shiny corpse's

left behind in tiny portion's 

into another death sentenced
fleshy repentant

beginning of an ending. . . 

we do breath it all into us

before we exhale what grows inside us

as we pretend outside a meaning

still we always all we have to,

    die a failed procurer

before we rest and un-remember

how we barely fogged the mirror

. . .  so welcome to the living

of the inevitable dying

this it could be worse, as nothing else

it could be worse

it could be zero

Author's Note

Reviews

[Pradipna Lodh]

Death is inevitable and you have put it through your words so beautifully

[Ookpik]

Love that song -

I'm going to leave another, primarily because I'm drunk and secondarily because it came to mind reading your latest:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nh2JfILffH4

Merry Christmas c**t, I like your sense of humor

[Davidgeo]

It's a hard sense of humor to like, so I hear.

(that's a good song by the way... pretty much everything modest mouse does is pretty good)