Saturday, January 03, 2009

A Sensible Spirit’s Short Story

Before injecting me lethally
For the petty crime of
Killing a filthy hiStorian
For injecting fatty fiction into feasible facts
Or -may be, who knows!- vice versa,
They bowed to the bed
and asked me politely,
“Tell us your last wish.”

“Read me Kerouac’s
How to Meditate.”

Thinking’s just not thinking –
So I don’t have to think
any
more
.

With the ending
came
The ENLIGHTENMENT.

-/.
’09 Jan., 03 Saturday 21:08 EST

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