Arial Burial
take my ashes
throw them to
the wind where
they may be
spirited away
taken places
randomly took
take a look and
see where the
rambling winds
have taken me
from here to
Timbuktu i
blew in on
a noreaster
but further
south i was
being sucked
up by a French
maid's vacuum
which whom i
simply replied
c'est la vie but
part of me went
straight to the
stratosphere
and landed me
on a snowflake
at Everest's peak
where i would
never melt and
meld back into
life's stream
yet another ash
oppositly in Egypt
found fellowship
with the ka of a milk
bathed beauty who
said she knew me
in another life time
but then time and
time again mostly
my scattered ashes
touched down as if
one small step for
man and landed a
piece of me so
peacefully in
seemingly every
day places
placing me
in ashtrays and
even on my Muse's
car windshield
but before she
could use her
fluid and wipers
up ran a man with
a dirty water bucket
and spit while wielding
as he held it
a squeegee hammer
as if to attack her
window she screamed
not knowing not or
giving a rat's
ash
about me
she realized
that she had
though i had no
change
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