72 ways to go down the crapper

i was never scared of dying.
in fact, i would spend long evenings discussing
the way i would go

fog machine
heavy metal band
dancing bears
trampolines
and ice sculpters

bloody ring around the tub
cryptic lipstick messages on mirrors
cats licking sulphor wounds

dare devil motorcyle metal pits
sword swallower and the iceman
cyborgs and binary code

the end is far from near
rather die alone in bed
lying next to a man
with a generic name 
¶ 3:25 PM |