Look, death is terrible.
It’s like reintroducing currency
into all that fun
we were just having. Dust
on your will-scales, mine
filled with cool.

Damn the role model
who would seed and clog
our myspiritasjourneytrip down the rabbit-hole
with checks, percents, 2006s,
insisted suicide
all those plus-ups.

O I feel a little bit
of liberty coming on

but it’s only a blanket
draped gracelessly over the cage,
the plusbox
where the points live.
Getting harder

just got more inconvenient.