Mar 21, 2007 03:43
psssst.
if my teeth shatter on impact,
if you find one, you can keep it.
all yours.
my gift.
if they find me swinging,
the wood creaking,
and a lemon by my feet,
you can read my diary.
my wish.
if i don't take my head out of the oven
whilst checking on the cookies,
turn the heat up a bit.
you can eat me all up,
your nourishment.
if i birth a disease,
shiney and new,
name it after me
and spread it all over town.
a promise.
"oh," they say, "too bad.
he showed so much PROMISE."
tell them for me,
"at least he went out with a bang."
...bang.