death

dr. What you see?


Doctor! What you see?
Me
No, the goddamn bee!
It´s to early be calm
Calm…you want a slap of my palm?
It´ssss…..
Get out of here to your heavenly dear.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

0-100

0
I have this unstable process….
I go back to the shit town with the criminals
and I fall for it, that, the other, and become a bitch brother.
I stay in bed reading, not much to do there if it´s not good things.
Yet again, I´ll remain just sayin-my choice.
100
I get a call this morning, my mother. She is in the last stages of cancer.
Yesterday, she was vomiting. Not good. Me in bed feeling sorry for myself
because I went back to alcohol and drugs…hear? Feeling sorry for myself.
I get the call next day, put that in a shelf, jump out of bed, call the taxi.
I can feel the shift in my mentality, this is my important and sad reality.
Do I cry? No. Does my mind goes in a state of relaxation? Yes.
Weird that it is relaxed right? That is how it works if not I fuck up,
relax, get back to mothers house while talking with the taxi driver and
nudging her to speed up a bit by the way, either that or I my highway.
See mom, and with a smile on the face I tell her that my pants are clean.
She laughs, I know the seriousness but what good is it to be in crying-ess.

I go to 0-100, does not serve well in the overall life scheme, but in this situation
in any situation that death is involved, you better have a 100 percent not pussy cat
near you. And that is the only thing I know about me for real.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

What a day

Over cast skies,
raining flies.I´m too much used to be hospitalized,
but, this time is not my demise.
I´m not use to be the caretaker,
in the army I was the undertaker.
Mother mother don’t you see?
Unfortunately this is now the life to be,
hard to be the caretaker, I can now understand
what a tough you creator.
What a day… It´s my duty, so don’t worry,
till the last breath you’ll be laughing
and in good hands with this strange “kid”.
Why are you surprise that I go from 0-100
when the time is necessary?
Don’t worry, I’m more worry than you,
it has to be the moon is blue…
I don’t know why I can compartmentalize the soon to be tragedy,
and make the day funny, a unfortunate gift, people think I don’t care or
I´m not aware-of, the gravity of this fatality, but:
that is the way I get the job done
and only for the special some.
Although I’m mentally drained, what fucking day.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.