Passing Out

Passing Out

I am dead now

But I still breathe

It's an addiction for which

There's no group

No weighty book

To give strength and tips

On how live with death

I chat with friends

Watch their stories

Stay connected 

From my dead world

To their lives

This isn't ghosthood

Though close

My grave still makes

The sound of dishes 

As they are raked

By the arm that rotates

With pressured water

There is a buzz 

of a finished wash

For my shroud

It won't load itself 

Into the dryer

In Egypt the dead lay

Out to dry

My coffin needs a vacuum

The dust on the furniture

Is the dirt on my grave

There are no tears yet

I'll hold my breath

For them to start

Would that fool you?

I feel light headed

Barry G. Wick