well my friend 

i’ll tell it to you my way 

a few weeks ago i was working 

i mean writing

when i felt

no 

saw

piles of documents

memories

divagations

stuffed into a trunk

taken away by truck

film of me watching 

an unreel of real life

neurons-pie slice

so that’s what the rupture on an aneurism looks like

son

told me dad one day

i want to live death to the end

so instead

i decided not to meet my maker and keep to his saints

so here i am

with you