Treasure Island

Morgan Michaels


Que Quiero


I want to die quite naked
alone and fast asleep
a pillow underneath my head
a sheet about my feet.

I want to hear the angels
altogether cry
'It wasn't indigestion,
t'was a full blown MI;

But what of that, it's over-
no matter now, you're here;
so find yourself a chair somewhere
and grab yourself a beer.'

This song is na' so lengthy
and it's certainly not too deep-
Auden would probably howl
Rilke would probably weep,

But I want to die in bed, now,
it's quite the comfiest place
with the covers pulled up all the way
and a smile on my face.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 18, 2013
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