[RunAmokRampant]

Sleep Spindle


Reading through my little fantasies,
Orbiting around in self indulgence,
Death blooms remorse but
I sense an ending; when did it begin?
Tyrannical transcience offered my life
Without meaning or eternity.
Tyrannical transcience is passing over.

Wealth and a great welting nose is all I have.
Even my loved ones raise their watches waiting,
Had enough of my little games of
Pharoahs and kings.
Not long now till my final breath.

Just like my long dead goldfish,
Sweet death had beckoned
and we rose to the occasion.

Flipping through my own obituary,
I had over-watered my four-leaf clover and
Gorging itself, luck had bled unwillingly.
But never did I let it drip because
Pride succumbed excessively
in the cleanliness of the floor.

My stone pinched in the dirt,
Milled around with eager souls,
waiting for a slice of my pride.
The dates engraved with relief sensed aplenty,
No one cared for the dash in between.

Reading my autobiography I created,
The previous pages I burn with match called repression,
Swallowing the ashes, I turn the next page.
I don’t know why I even bother,
The afterlife is nothing more,
Nothing more than an aftertaste.