Life and Death

As we speak, right now
I am dying
Fading away slowly
The light is dimming
My soul is slipping.

I want to fly a car
From a cliff
Into the ocean
Exploding in mid air.

Chilly, cold September
I can't remember
When the last flower of June
Fell from the first ember.

Free falling to death
With the never-ending
Lasting art that decomposes
In the museum hall--
Like modern art.