LAST WORDS

[smokingboot]

So don’t you, don’t you go dying
No don’t you, don’t you go dying
Sit with a pig in the sun instead
Let starlings roost on your hat
Write another book if you like
there are worlds waiting to read you.
I can hear bad singing somewhere
like friends roaring together
In a place you can’t take Luggage
A place of orangutan faces
Are you walking the edge of Forever?
Are you sitting there LAUGHING IN CAPITALS?
Oh leave, if the time’s come to leave us,
But don’t you, don’t you going dying.