A GLORIOUS LIFE
And when I dipped my big toe into the marmalade
it sent an electric current to my brain, reminding me
of the time I rode my skateboard to the ocean to drown myself
over the termination of a 7-minute relationship with the most
beautiful girl I’d ever known, but once I got there I shivered
and kevetched about forgetting to wear a jacket.
Upon returning home, I got ready for college where I studied
the art of nasal irrigation, pubic hair plucking, and how to shaft
others who disagree with my perspective.
I created a life that was a model for others who had nothing
left to lose in the final seconds of a glorious life. . .