The day before the day before the day before I die

The day before the day before the day before I die
(The pre-ante-penul-timate-al day I mortify)
Will be a day I spend with friends and family and fun
I will not know that day will be the third-to-the-last one
I will not feel the death that’s coming shortly for me, no.
The death that comes the day after the day after tomorrow
I’ll be thinking randomly about those random things
That we all think about, that having conciousnesses brings
My bills, my ex, my deadlines, as Morissette once said
Or plans about a future I won’t have because I’m dead
I’ll gaze into my partner’s eyes, my daughter’s two eyes, too
Without the knowledge that three days from now they’ll both look to
A doctor’s horrifying words, a lawyer’s will to read,
A funereal domicile mausoleum’s need
To know if graves in grounds to dig or fires to be lit
Are wished for and what words are good to write for the obit
I’ll know none of that because I won’t know that it’s near
I’ll have no worry, tension, sadness, stress, fatigue, or fear
Besides the normal levels of those things that I possess
That ebb and flow within the hearts of all of us, I guess
That day will be a day like any other day I live
I’ll give the love that’s in me that I have the will to give
And pass the time without the knowledge just how temporally
Triply truncated these last few days are going to be.
But just as usual my common soul will swoop and fly
The day before the day before they day before I die


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Murmur the mermaid

Murmur the mermaid,
Like all of her friends,
Had human beginnings
And thick, fishy ends

Like fish in the ocean
They all weren’t the same
Which brings us to Murmur
And Murmur’s odd name

Murmur didn’t like to speak
And when she did, she mumbled
Or whispered, muttered, sighed, or hummed
Or moved her lips, or grumbled

She was quietest mermaid
Unlike her mates at school
Murmur grew up lonely
In a far-off tidal pool

She kept her hair quite long so that
No one could see her eyes
She wished that she could disappear
She couldn’t normalize

Her shyness kept her in the back
Of classrooms and the bus
She only had a couple friends
Vera, May, and Gus

Vera was a sharkmaid and
Her eyes freaked people out
Her big sharp teeth were something
That most fish could do without

May’s a deep-sea angler maid
Who’s very nearly blind
And has a glowing fleshy lure
She’s very, very kind

And Gus is from the whalemaid trench
His giant flukes and bod
Are always knocking things and folks
Disrupting mermaid pods

The four of them set out one day
To see what they could see
Not knowing that adventure lay
Right there beneath the sea



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