Mothers and Pneumonia

No dear I’m not mad,

just contemplating the end.

Exploring the possibilities

and the limit of my mortal skin

as I run the wedge,

and it penetrates that which covers me...

Then I wonder, how far it should go

to surpass the pain you’ve complained.

No dear, I’m not mad

just drinking away the thoughts

and spinning with the music that plays,

trying to comprehend my words,

and reach my limitless space...

'til I am dead ---

And then we wonder how much more I should take

to feel the numbing pain as you’ve complained.

No dear I’m not mad

just contemplating the end.

And thinking the thoughts forbidden

enjoying life as it ends ---

For your sake my dear mother

my pain begins, when your agony ends

So no dear mother, I’m not mad,

just contemplating the end.

And wishing nothing but your relief,

and my wretched life to begin again.