Cuddled up inside your made-up paradise
you lost your way on purpose
so that you can be oblivious
to all the things that happen
while you are asleep.
Until the seagulls interrupted your coma
dragging you down to the beach
to show you all the things that happened
while you were asleep.
You ran to the water
jumping on the scorching sand
pushing aside floating carcasses and driftwood
so that you can see your reflection
so that you can check if you still look the same
as while you were asleep
And then you saw it
A living corpse
still half-asleep
waking up to Mexican trumpets
serenading from below the surface
getting closer and closer
getting louder than the waves
louder than your sleep
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books
That’s how I want my funeral to be.
Sent from my iPhone
>