DEATH POEM #1

When i die

Burn me up and smear the ashes
Over the shadow-drenched alleyways,
Scoring spots,where whore-parades
And blinking neon motel rooms
Of the inner city wilderness

When i die

Give me loving bullet in the head
Or a suicidal razor’s slash
An accidental oblivion
In the barrel of a syringe

Let my daughter remember me
As i am: terribly alive
Burning and screaming with the beauty
Of it all

Still digging for a way out
Of my prison of weakling flesh
And cracking bone

Let me trade off those extra years
To save her from some
Etched image of me
Betrayed by my own tenacity:

When i die

Don’t remember me as some
Old, complacent pot-bellied fuck
Drooling and nodded out
In front of a wall of television static

 

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Tony O’ Neill
Picture Georges de Feure

 

 

 

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One Response to DEATH POEM #1

    1. Here I am thinking, if I die
      When is always tomorrow
      It’s only luck that brought me here
      To admire the picture of my youth
      And the pleasure of your company
      Words and dance and music
      Does it matter how I look?

      Comment by Christopher on 2 August, 2025 at 6:25 am

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