Funerals

I've been to
More moist urinals
Than true
Teary funerals

Come to
Think of it
You
Can't take a shit

Successfully
In that device
Designed for pee
Such a price

For plumbing
To try
Discriminating
In favor of the fly

Yet I’m in no rush
Nor would pretend
For some final flush
To be my end






Musician

There is an eternal condition
They are a musician
Each and all
Over life’s space
Quite fluent
With all not just
Themselves
From gritty elves
Even those now dust
Instinctive to life spent
Less any verbal trace
Music to them a call
From the ultimate magician
All subject to masterful perdition