Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Heaven, I’m comin’ !

If you die alone 
and you might, who cares
LAUGH big, LAUGH loud
so they can hear you up there!

Lose all control, it’s high time for that; 
flash the color
even if it’s gone from your skin and 
flash that old body 
so they can see where you've been. 

The funeral is for them,
and they’re crying. 
You’re in the cool blue jet stream,
and flying … 

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