When I die
I want to explode
I want the soul to come charging out of this shell with such violence
that my ribs are split down the middle and opened like a walnut
the head
gone
scattered in bits on the walls
the floor
my guts blasted onto the ceiling so that
belatedly
kidneys and intestines will fall upon the doctor or nurse that attends
the skin will split
as my soul jumps for the light
my leg bones will rise up in the bed
and dance
across the floor
out the door
to the elevator and out into the street
onto the cars in traffic
my gory feet will dance!
kicking gobs of bad flesh at screaming spectators
until my soul finds the opening
the way OUT
and i am finally
gone













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