April 28, 2015

Little Death

My doctor
has prescribed
a little death,
saying it should
work well,
going unnoticed
if swallowed up
in my sleep.
He says it's meant
be taken neat,
even though
it may bring tears,
flowing like whiskey
through my dreams,
the drunken send off
we all deserve;
and if finally
I cannot awake,
no one will think
I was done in
by some
silly mistake.