I was funny
side
splitting
uproarious
they clapped
hollered
and
stamped their feet
Plaudits
were
mine
Awards
pats on the back
and
a level of
adoration
All mine!
So how did I wind up here
in
this
place
with
the
window shut
the
blinds
closed
enveloped
in
darkness
and
soot?
Did I switch
jobs
become a chimney sweep
and
get
stuck?
No
not at all
I just got so invested
in
myself
I was the sun the moon and the stars
Forgot that we wither
away
Thought I was
in
vincible
When I
took
her hand
and
she walked me
slowly
to
outside
and
we
sat
A bird
chirped
and
some
friends
came
by
kneeled down
and
patted
my
knee
Looked into my eyes
and
said “Fare thee well!”
When we die
who
is
the audience?
It is better
to stay
on the road
with
a walking stick
than
to perch yourself
on
a plateau
that
is
going to end
When you
have
to leap
better
to
be
on the ground
better
to
be
on the ground
since
you
may not have to leap
at
all
You might be
able
to walk in
and
let them take the
stick
from you
Walk in
be greeted
welcomed
and
embraced