Memories of my death

I can remember that I was held under

Long enough for my lungs to tear themselves asunder.

I can remember trying to fight back,

Without any breath, my body just a sack.

I can remember that I screamed and screamed,

Screamed so long I thought I dreamed

The time without screaming, the drowning and pain,

Screamed until I broke, I was no longer sane.

Then, if I’m right, I think I died,

I… I think I actually died.

If I died… Then am I a ghost?

Doomed to wander this bleak coast.

I remember my death. What now?

I can’t stay, I must move on? But how?


Prolonging life

Prolonging life is like seeking perfection,

You can always improve on one more section

And one more, rinse and repeat

Until you start pushing up daisies and wheat.

A million steps, each one one at a time,

A million done, infinity to climb.

Eating healthy, sports and stuff,

Implanting bits to make your bones tough,

You’ll hit hundreds and thousands perhaps,

But, in the end, you will collapse.

If not before, then when it all ends,

The universe, I mean, with dividends.

Hard to survive when nothing else does,

Perfect entropy, you can’t make a fuss.

Prolonging life, it can be done,

You might live as long as the sun,

But you will die, maybe much, much later.

You will share the fate of the Terminator.

How to ride a dragon

How to ride a dragon?

Well… See that flagon?

Empty it now with twenty in tow,

All the way till you feel your brave grow.

This special house ale,

Advertised as male,

Makes you fire-proof, can land on a roof,

If you fall down from your dragon goof,

Which might be likely,

Like feeling slightly spikely,

If you taunt the beast with your brain full of yeast

You’ll get ran through, forcefully deceased.

First thing, though,

Before you go, you know,

Sign your things, paintings of kings,

Along with nails and all the bed springs.

Sign them to me,

A caretaker you see,

If you don’t come back to your dear mum,

Forgetting your stuff would just be dumb.

On the dotted line,

Make them all mine,

Then run outside, look at its green hide,

Trust in the drink. Would I have lied?