stayed up most of
last night minding
the corpses with
strings tied to
silvery bells just
to be sure they
remained corpses
while saying my final
tear stained farewells

my soul is nothing more
than a bundle of sticks
foolishly lashed together
to make a raft on which
to surf the whitewaters
leading to a land
where dreams come true
only to break apart as
the inherent disinterest
in vacuous waves slowly
tears the semblance of
a man into splinters
settling to bottom once again