when you’re dead
[you know]
one thing’s for
damn sure
it’s not going
to be “Mr. You” anymore
it’s going to
be [he], [she], [it] all the way down
and there’s
going to be a funeral
[don’t say you
haven’t imagined it]
and at that
funeral you’re [more or less] the host
planted [in the lobby of some drive-by Holiday Inn]
greeting people
as they come in
assuring
everyone [that everything’s] okay
but wait []
at your
imaginary funeral you’re dead {…}
so instead
there’s really [nothing] to do
and so far
[everything’s going pretty well]
and remember
that secret you wanted to take with you to the grave?
well it looks
like you finally made it
[except for that
stuff in your second desk drawer]
which will
eventually turn up
but forget about
it
[what does it
matter] it’s all good
I mean
who likes waking
up anyway [?]
[going to work]
[hatching some little plot]
[going out to
lunch] thinking of something to say
[dinner in
silence] and [a couple of shows] then sleep
[isn’t that what
we’re talking about] and then
it starts all
over again
no wonder the
Buddha and all those ancient gurus
were always
trying to [you know] liberate themselves
from the eternal
cycle of birth and rebirth
but
at you’re
imaginary funeral you’re thinking
maybe next time
[I’ll get a better role]
move up the
[food chain] you don’t need to be the star
you’d be happy
with “Best Supporting Actor” hell
you might even
get your own [show!]
but [at your
imaginary funeral] you’re dead {…}
so [in your
imaginary casket] you’re really just all eyes up
and appearing
[rather flat]
when some
half-remembered neighbor
[who seems to
have forgotten how to tie his tie]
comes up [a dab
of powdered sugar on his whiskers]
and looks into
your imaginary box
and [with the
inquisitive eyes of a dentist] asks:
"so tell me, what it’s like down there?"
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