The Longest Lines Have The Best Destinations

The Longest Lines Have the Best Destinations

Close the last page
My heart has beat it’s last
Like the closing line
In a mystery
That leaves dust
And dried out throats

Scroll these credits
But don’t turn on the lights
I want it dark
For my curtain call
I want the doors
To stay unlocked

Bury me
In a glass top casket
Better yet
Cast me in concrete
And leave me out
To stand guard over this place

It’s twelve O’clock
Later than I thought it’d be
Send every one home now
The shows over
Don’t ask me for your money back

I’ve spent it already
On the ones I leave behind
For what’s a memory
If you don’t have hands
To hold
And lips to kiss

My legacy
My closed fist,
Stinking legacy…
Will you even remember
Who’s inside this box