an eulogy

[oceanne]

my lips are turned up and overwashed with salty water.
i am happy though my heart sings a sad song.
(careful, it is tender still.)
can one go on and leave its heart behind?
to detatch and not be held back by the left behind organ?
i know not but
. . . i know.

hah.
(what to be joyful about?)
everything.
(what is an oxymoron?)
everything.

super-glue happy countenance to my body,
no use in trespassing a 6 foot deep grave.
there will not be a white flag.
nay, not even if that's the last thing of me.

yes, yes, yes.
i am happy,
but you, poor heart, will catch up someday.