Jim, you were right to take that header in the bathtub. If you had lived, they would have made you better. They would have tossed you into Betty Ford, force fed you Antabuse, bathed you in healthy thoughts, made you jog. They would have dressed you in a three piece black leather business suit and taught you about real estate. They would have made you crawl across the pages of People magazine, write autobiographies, hug Phil Donahue. They would have made you suck big Jesus dick, do benefits for the Cirrhosis Foundation, kiss the patent leather hooves of Madd Mothers and Parents' Music Resource Harpies. They would have made you eat wheat germ and shit, judge poetry contests, talk at high schools. They would have made you live in a better house and garden, save a rain forest, sing a duet with Linda Ronstadt. They would have made you write three thousand times on the blackboard of your soul: "I WAS A BAD LIZARD." They're beating on the walls of my bunker, Jim, shouting: "Ecstasy can be cured!" "You're not living up to your end of the social contract!" "Do you know what that cigarette is doing to your lungs?" There's cracks in the walls. The Good Health Police and Citizens for a Sane and Sober Society have broken out the stun guns. They're shouting something about safe sex and crack babies. They want to help me, Jim. Splash over one side, there, I'm climbing in. This bath tub has a familiar ring.
You can find the poetic works of Vampyre Mike Kassel at Zeitgeist Press.
Im 68
And here to say
Its not too late
Always thought my fate
Had an experation date
But here i am
Enjoying every misstep
Just like a piece of bait
As i wait
I freakin' love this. You hit it straight out of the park.