Fumbling Toward NirvanaIf I ever get cancerMore Like This
you’ll just say you told me so;
buy me candy cigarettes
and carry me to the window
to blow bubbles at the stars.
It is better to laugh with Death
than beg God, we have heard.
If you’re ever hospitalized
with slit wrists or overdose-blood,
I’ll slap you once, hard,
for not calling me first
to see if I could stop you,
then hold your hand to my face
and kiss the torn or untorn veins
of your wrist in gratitude.
And if neither of us make it out alive,
I’ll strike a match in the underwhelming darkness
you think will be the other side
and drag you toward rebirth with me.
never mindI guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.More Like This
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if you think about it – how people, in the movies, try to run from inevitable death. Everybody has decided what they were gonna do today weeks ago, maybe even months ago. Say goodbye to family, spend time with girlfriend, et cetera et cetera. As with the Kubler-Ross effect – or whatever it's called – p