Hey, goodbye. I should never have tried to put words in my mouth.
There must be better uses for the teeth and the tongue and these
lips that have not forgotten what it feels like to kiss and be
kissed.
Hey, goodbye. I wish there was a cool lake to paddle aimlessly
around in, a slow spiral in cool, cool water.
Hey, goodbye. I'd like to be amusing, to spark the air with a
dazzling joke that sends us into flying, bright pieces.
(That reminds me...)
Goodbye, I meant to make room for chance encounters, random energy
and for a little dancing. Hey, hey, hey.
Goodbye. I almost forgot to tell you: we walk on buried ruins
that send shreds of former lives through the soles of our feet;
our city/Arcadia so old it is a cemetery where all our words and
songs are duets with the dead.
Dying Fantastic Prayers
