He had an impedimented heart and no more liver, and now his eyes were a panicked yellow
Now, at last, I reached for the pillow
I'd been thinking on goodbye awhile
and said what I hoped would apply
That the last part felt like a swim in a dream
the moment telescoping like
the vista past the Golden Gate
I hoped I was speaking to a swimmer
these last asymptotic breaths
At this time I would like you
to remember the deceased
not as he is now, ash in a can
but back in the vigor of his smacking days
For my meal, I'd like fajitas
the kind that made him
say that he was shitting a rat
and maybe to smell one of his cigars