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.

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