Death Ain’t Hard, Ask Proust.

It’s funny, faced with death from multiple tumors in my body, 

I laugh

 I laugh at the silliness of it all

The silliness of worrying about everything from love

to death

And how 

I wanted what I wouldn’t have

Never appreciating

what I had.

I wanted out

I wanted out of the black snow of Detroit

I wanted out of a cubicle job

I wanted out of my marriage

I wanted out of my limits

I wanted out of everything I had 

for that which I would never have 

And now, 

instead of wanting out of this dying body

I want out of death

~~ a poem written by Dr TV Boogie

About Dr TV Boogie

If by a "Liberal," they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people - their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, and their civil liberties - someone who believes that we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad, if that is what they mean by a "Liberal," then I'm proud to say that I'm a "Liberal." ~~ JFK View all posts by Dr TV Boogie

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