And he’s not bad either.

Arrived at the third funeral today, the sun

Was shining, the bouquets and wreaths

All in their respective vases, their dignified

Grief, yes, no one

No one really knows

Why he showed up.

(Ahem)

Now here’s the room, we’ll hold the service

Here, right where there

Is enough room, there’s

Plenty of room where that came from.

And the casket, open

Of course,

We don’t want the body

Left unseen

Unseen like the circumstances

That led to

This

Unfortunate

Day.

(Excuse me)

He’s really quite good isn’t he?

Skeleton hands and everything?

Must’ve had a lot of practice, with

These types of things.

Death plays the piano, well

Who would have thought?

You can hear Comptine

D’un Autre Ete

From the movie “Amelie”

Fall in little cascades

Down on the grass gardens

Everything,

IS LOVELY

At this time of year.

Lovely, lovely

Your face, my friend

Has never been so lovely.

The body? Oh, yes.

The river’s at the seams

Charon, be a dear.

Here’s five-and-a-half pounds

An American quarter, two

Coins of silver, and

One memento: As promised,

My last picture of the wife.

No, no I

Won’t be needing it. I’ve

Had enough of faces for today.

Y’know, he

Really is good at playing that piano

It’s got

This lilt, that sound,

Have you ever heard

That kind of sound?

Lovely, lovely

The whole world’s

Lovely.

Sweet as silver. 

And he’s not bad either.

Arrived at the third funeral today, the sun

Was shining, the bouquets and wreaths

All in their respective vases, their dignified

Grief, yes, no one

No one really knows

Why he showed up.

(Ahem)

Now here’s the room, we’ll hold the service

Here, right where there

Is enough room, there’s

Plenty of room where that came from.

And the casket, open

Of course,

We don’t want the body

Left unseen

Unseen like the circumstances

That led to

This

Unfortunate

Day.

(Excuse me)

He’s really quite good isn’t he?

Skeleton hands and everything?

Must’ve had a lot of practice, with

These types of things.

Death plays the piano, well

Who would have thought?

You can hear Comptine

D’un Autre Ete

From the movie “Amelie”

Fall in little cascades

Down on the grass gardens

Everything,

IS LOVELY

At this time of year.

Lovely, lovely

Your face, my friend

Has never been so lovely.

The body? Oh, yes.

The river’s at the seams

Charon, be a dear.

Here’s five-and-a-half pounds

An American quarter, two

Coins of silver, and

One memento: As promised,

My last picture of the wife.

No, no I

Won’t be needing it. I’ve

Had enough of faces for today.

Y’know, he

Really is good at playing that piano

It’s got

This lilt, that sound,

Have you ever heard

That kind of sound?

Lovely, lovely

The whole world’s

Lovely.

Sweet as silver. 

What plastic grows from this timbered heart?

A stupid one. Made of sunflower petals

Cotton fibered and hung flat as the sun at noon.

Whatever, it grows as sins do.

In the imagination of the deathless individual

Average, ordinary

Desperate-for-attention individuals.

Mommy didn’t love you enough when you were little.

Or maybe she was too busy shelling out car payments, dental bills,

House insurance, and maybe

(Although this is preposterous as your father

Who wore a dress the day Sir Moffletop died,

The seventh of a long string of

Abusive imaginary boyfriends)

Just maybe that college fund is still growing

Tucked in the back lot of some bank account

Left to its own devices

The roots convert dollars to yen

Wan, and back again.

A miniature token economy

In the very small asylum of your

Deluded beliefs.

Your world is not a sewage system for chaos

Drama does not exist in your life, however

Pathetic that would sound on TV.

Instead, try this.

A book, the kind of thing

Healthy individuals read.

Of course, that won’t mean you won’t come down

From your high horse daddy bought you at fifteen.

Maybe the pages smell too strong

You can get addicted to this kind of strength.

“Love set you going like a fat, gold watch”

It’s time too, to see how you fare

Under the unceasing glare

Of your own steady potential.

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