death and maybes luc simonic i think i left my last poem without hope. i just finished reading it & it seems i may have left that impression. i'll read it again. i am a very prolific reader. i like reading many things, but not as much as i like reading myself. so that is the horsesh~t holding this poem's seed. & i stood up. i danced around in random patterns like a comfortably stoned baffoon & then forgot about it for a long long time. scratch that. i, actually heard jay leno go on in the background about who we are & where we go to die. actually i don't know what the f~ck he was saying... he was saying something... until his words became overshadowed by spirits; a string of poems clouding my ability to reason or see that it's something we can have. why is that?!? simply put it's because a poem is like death; we won't understand it until it has happened, maybe not even then.