LAST EXIT
My dream death
Is to expire in the back seat
of a limousine.
Drunk with champagne.
High on skunk weed.
Maybe in the company
of a movie queen.Anyone…
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Like the poem and the photo is fantastic.
Miss you my Brother. 2013