OUR MAN IN Europe, USA, Belize: "The Early Years" No. 1: ANACREON/Open Casket.

 

OUR MAN in Europe/USA/BELIZE: "The Early Years" No.1: ANACREON/Open Casket!

...I had an open casket, a secret request...so I could see the fuckers who HELD a mirror to my mouth (I'm CORPUS/I wasn't breathing?) no sign of LIFE or JIMBO who stabbed me in my left EYE - I did not flinch! - and the GALS (expectant of my Last Will/Testament $$$?) smeared-lipstick, CURSED ME, stuck a KNITTING NEEDLE in my groin/testicles/missed my good-left NUT and one/TWO left a pitiful POEM: "U left, OFT, like a Dude-star?

JIMMY showed up and spilled his JACK DANIELS all over the Floral tribute of Tulips, coffin, my TUX; some KID - I didn't know? - he was a FAG, tried masturbating ON my Corpse? Pete & Steve dragged his Ass outta the Chapel. I guess it was kind'a weird, but dead & gone, a Bob Dylan song echo? The answer is blowing.

My DEATH? I had an OPEN CASKET, mellow ORGAN chapel music, the LAST atmosphere this Ol Boy had ever wanted or experienced but, S'what folks' thought were apropos? Eventually? My ASHES in a MASON JAR. No worries.  Muscle-fillet, head-strong, psychotic to ASHES; to ANACREON, Greek Poet, we raise our glass to THEE, TIME-consumed, now has EATEN ME; devoured to eternity! Relax. Mortal END-game1

I had an open casket. ANACREON-remembered! But who'll remember U or Me, the Pussy U stroked or how U liked your carrots & peas?

c.davedelacroix/David michael oxley, Jan. 2024. Corozal-Belize.