Dead

Dead

A Poem by pdc

Odd - waking up dead.

Realizing the party you find yourself at - populated by family and friends - the former wife... is the last one you'll ever bear witness to.

Bad tie - no doubt bought for the occasion... and no shoes.

I hate being barefoot.

(...sigh)

Wait - I know this... hmmm - something familiar - something peculiar - something for everyone - a comedy tonight....

A comedy tonight?

Who picks these things - what - all of a sudden dead is funny?

Not to me.

Nor the reason - which I just remembered - I find myself here... find myself dead.

 

pdc

 

© 2008 pdc


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Added on February 19, 2008

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San Francisco Bay Area, CA



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