T.: Friday, Precipitation, Planning on Mortality

Friday, April 12, 2013

Friday, Precipitation, Planning on Mortality

Rain and rain and rain and rain
and rain like I've never remembered it
except I suspect my memory is undeniably flawed.
Rain like the West of Ireland in the middle of July,
Ballycroy National Park where 11,000 hectares
of blanket bog lead you down a planked trail
into only more cloud/mist/fog.

I tell my friends that I love rain
but days like this I doubt my sincerity.

Afloat.

In other news, Costco now carries coffins.
Coffins!
I mean, is one supposed to stock up?
Please, in the end, plant a shrub on me and skip the frou-frou.

3 comments:

Cro MagnonApril 12, 2013 at 9:15 PM
Do Costco also sell 'Concrete Overcoats', maybe?
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ElizabethApril 12, 2013 at 10:11 PM
I've never been very cost-conscious and really can't stand Costco, so I guess this means that I'll be over-paying for my coffin as well.
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TaradharmaApril 13, 2013 at 7:41 AM
could body parts be far behind?
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