Bury me.
Bury me deep.
Bury me under down and linen,
Under shark skin, mason jars, under fifteen-
year-olds still waiting on first kisses.
Bury me under corn snakes and all their scales and hisses.
Bury me under tomorrow's sunset not yet set,
Under the threat of some terrorist's last regret,
A banker's bet, sixty dozen cigarettes
And a wood-jawed lifeguard giving
Mouth-to-mouth
To a homeless man under a
Graffiti-slandered bridge.
Bury me under drill bits and saw blades.
Under divers diving into deserted swimming pools,
Under all the fools in Congress and all the blessed
Saints the Catholics adore.
Bury me under the smoke-and-sweat shoulders
Of every whore you've ever kissed.
Bury me under all the pretty drawings of every
Pretty girl you've ever missed.

Bury me under all the bones in the Paris Catacombs,
Under all the stones your
Booze-bruised kidneys belched out,
Under orange rinds, thirteen spiral stairwells,
Your kid sister and the misplaced innocence you dangled
Around her gyrating hips.
Bury me under a messy blowjob in
The alley between the tiger cages at the San Diego Zoo.

Bury me.
Bury me under jilted ladybugs and wilted sunflowers,
Under the Powers-That-Be and their paperwork bureaucracy.
Bury me under cockfights, pissing contests, and every jellyfish
You can scrape off the Gulf of Mexico.
Bury me under train-tracks and kudzu vines,
Under chalk-lines on asphalt, the salt off every
Margarita you pushed down your pretty throat,
Under every poem every poet wrote.

Bury me under the pursuit of happiness.
Bury me under every bit of happiness
That has ever eluded you, under every feud
Feuded and fueled by you.

Bury me as deep as you like.
Tomorrow, I'm turning this world on its end
And I'll be over you.