If I were to die today, or be dead
by the time that this sonnet is published,
I'd like to know my name was not rubbished
by the Deep State or gremlins in my head.
.
I would like to think that liking to think
will be precious far into the new age
and that each snapshot memory, each page
of the absurd adventure, makes you wink.
.
I loved reluctantly, but deep and true.
I wasn't evil, which is almost good.
My empathy was often in the mood.
And it was rare when I'd boo-fuckin-hoo.
.
Passing bongs and brown bags of thunderbird,
we've all got monster-hunted tales we'd tell
round barrel fires in the bowels of hell --
anonymuses who've witnessed the Word.
.
I loved bio-life more than it loved me;
I was no slave to ignorance, but free.
