Dying always seemed to me to be a pretty damn bad way to go even if it's in your sleep. Some of us expect the angels. Some of us expect the devils. God knows what we find. But I tell you one thing. I'd rather just be left alone in the dark than have either one trouble my sleep. A man deserves some rest after a long life.

Lady Despair, be my Mommy for a night or three? I want to lick your ankles.
I like the line about cobwebbed dreams on the top of the shelf. Very visual and very dead-on, as I have come to expect from you.

If any one could express such feelings of utter rot and decay you certainly have in this peom. It is something I think many of us can identify with in this black pit of society we live in. The way you weave your words is breath taking. I have never read anything so heartbreakingly honest written in such a beautiful and moving way. The thought of your coming and going on this earth like snowfall is the most achingly tragic thought that anyone can contrive. Everyone wants to be remembered and believe that their life had some purpose. But the cold reality of it all is almost too difficult to bear.
This peice hits on all the stages of emotion one feels when they are griveing for a loved one. Except you are grieving for a loss of self. This is truly amazing.

Looks like the damn GErman needs to go cuddle a teddy bear or something. We're all going to die, nothing we can do about it. Might as well enjoy the little gasp of life we get on the grand scheme of things before we give in to it. No problem there. "Dreaming in time", that's all that living really is.

"Headboard a tombstone, bed is my grave." Holy effing wow. You just made my brain do a literal double-take. Zen Phoenix, I can tell you without kidding at all that this poem is now my favorite. Seriously, I'm not ashamed to say that I cried when I got to the end because of that 'soft, unaware' line. I don't want to die like that just slipping away in to nothingness without even realizing it. You know, like that line about the world not ending with a roar but rather with a whimper. I know it is going to happen to me and to Miko and Grandpa and Georg and Gailen and even Kurt,and I hate that. All we can do is wail and scream and beat our fists against the chest of an unseen God half of us don't even believe in and try to come to terms with the reality that there will come a time when we're just not here anymore. It is so bleak it makes my stomach ache. Now I need beer.