i need at least 5 more years
to kill the anarchist’s canon
to read everything a writer needs to read
to justify opening their pen cap and mouth
the goal then becomes living to 60
to write everything i want to write
but my liver and the wild turkey are in a race
with my high cholesterol
my heart is a jar of mayonnaise
my headstone won’t be slim either
my body is killing me
thank god i’m living on kentucky time
avoiding church bestows ten years to those
who’ve swum in my gene pool
southerners are good at slow suicides
pass the salt and a joint, please
i want my corpse to look like she partied
One reply on “the anarchist’s canon”
Another excellent poem IMHO.