hey, pretty girl
come sit on my lap
I've beaten old men
and asphyxiated
bugs, but I
swear
I'm fun
Curl - to finish?
after you die
they'll roll you up like a cigarette
I'll wave
and I might cry
while they all say
he's in a better place
but I know, down there,
you're thanking frank
you couldn't grow old
and i know, and you know, and he knows,
that when the nights are full of poets
thirsty monsters licking wind
your momma stroking her hairy chin
you won't care
if we forget to cry, after you die
'cause across your heart attack face
when you're dead, dead, dead
maggots eating your cue-ball eyes
with your momma dabbing her cheeks
I'll be doing crosswords
in your favourite chair.
'After You Die' by Carlotta Eden