i am dying.
not like you're dying or "we're all" dying.
not the Sylvia Plath sense of dying.
it ain't a fuckin' art; this dying.
i'm just plain, simple,  fuckin' dying.

and slow, too...





Nothing lives that is worthy.
Thy agitation, and the earth deserves not a sigh.
Our being is pain and boredom and the world is dirt

            --nothing more.
                          Be calm.

-Giacomo Leopardi