Mr.Death Is A Sissy Poem by Martin Lochner

(the funeral pyre is packed over and over....
people are shocked time after time..and i
wonder who or what is playing this sick joke on us)

i do not fear death....
nor do i love it....

who can bear the fancy
of immortality if eternity
should be played out
in the confines of our
soap opera life...

the excessive dramas, intrigues
, petty struggles, heartbreak,
lies, deceit, love, joy, happiness
and a pop up list of other
opuim sentiments....

life never stuck to me.....
the attachment never grew..

existence pushed into my nothingness
and this without my consent...
the facade of trying to settle in a world
that never settles....
before you get the knack of it youre game over...
existence pushed out of me after the exertion of
trying to survive in the first place....

from ambiguity to chronic confusion racing towards
oblivion...

i smile...the void opens and i look into it....death walks
to me....i lit a cigarette and turn my back on him...
do what you are here for baby....

so the never ending story of extinction never completes...