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When I Go
My God I want to kiss
Like I'm never going to eat again,
Ever go to work,
Ever get out of bed.
The last moment of life,
Kissing until I pass out,
The life sucked clean out
Out of my crumpled body.
He was such a vibrant soul.
One day he was with us
And the next day he was dead.
I just talked to him last night,
And he seemed okay.
Well, he's gone now.
Someone just kissed
the fucking life right out of him.
That's how I want to go.
runningturtle87
Like I'm never going to eat again,
Ever go to work,
Ever get out of bed.
The last moment of life,
Kissing until I pass out,
The life sucked clean out
Out of my crumpled body.
He was such a vibrant soul.
One day he was with us
And the next day he was dead.
I just talked to him last night,
And he seemed okay.
Well, he's gone now.
Someone just kissed
the fucking life right out of him.
That's how I want to go.
runningturtle87
Published 10th Aug 2012
| Edited 13th Aug 2012
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Anonymous
13th Aug 2012 12:07pm
This is an interesting poem. He died because he was kissed and the narrator kissed him too. He's a mysterious figure, not quite graspable, for reader or writer I imagine. I really like the first two lines. Thanks for the read.
13th Aug 2012 3:21pm
Jack, once you had said that I realized that this ode to Stevie Smith's Not Waving but Drowning lacked a critical split graphically so that the character change could be seen...sharp eyes...thanks!
