Life (death) quite a trip

Emily Dickinson said "because I could not stop for death; 

he kindly stopped for me"

Well that son of a b***h 

tripped me. 

A 

cheetah 

claw 

clipped 

calf

left laying 

in an unadorned room.

 soft-sliding scrubs 

catch my ear 

warm-gloved hand 

touch mine

"Joe, you're looking better" 

feigned smile 

truthful head shake when, 

she believes its out of my line

of vision 

nagging thoughts flow 

though 

my 

colander consciousness

apple-cheeked angles 

strumming harps; 

eternal damnation 

fiery underworld; 

ghosts in limbo in this place or 

souls reshaped in another time. place.

tiny thought tugs at me; 

Energy can not be created nor 

destroyed only transferred, 

satisfied. 

I lay back and watch the movie, 

play.

Author's Note

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=A7t1Yzs6dH8