Once again, I love this. Reminds me of the Día de los Muertos celebration in Birmingham. I think the first stanza is my favorite.

I think the Dia de los Muertos was somewhere at the back of my mind while writing this.

You should go Monday night in Birmingham! You might be working, though.

Probably. Send the details in a private message?

Dude! I love it! Very raw and emotional. Reminds me of 'Five Ways to Kill a Man'.

One question: Is 'he' saying 'Nothing' or saying nothing?

Saying nothing. I edited the poem to lose the upper-case on that one to make it a bit clearer.

Interesting piece dude.

i like the middle stanza the best, but i'm amused by the personas behind each one. like, pick the death you think is prettiest

This is excellent!

I like the rythym. It reminds me of my favourite poet Adrian Henri in parts - I heard him read many years ago. I would like to hear you read this.

My favourite line?

"Say Only on my terms."

This is one of several poems I'd like to record once I get a new microphone. The one that I have has pretty much given up the ghost -- it was an old microphone filched off a headset, and there's a short in the cord, so it doesn't work anymore.

mhmm.. well christmas is coming

Stumbled on this using StumbleUpon. Brilliant poem. I loved the first stanza the best. Wonderful imagery. You've got great talent.

Thank you.

This is amazing. found this by stumbleupon =) Definatly one of the better poems I've ever read.

Trifling, twenty-something balderdash. Where's the line about pissing yourself? Quit jacking off. Bet you spend a lot of time fixing your hair.

Seeing as how I'm a trifling twenty-something, I don't mind your comment so much.

And I don't fix my hair that much...it's kinda too short to do anything with.

Apparently, Stumble Upon favours you.
Savour it.

Forsooth! Yonder poetry appearseth modified, photoshoppically!

It's a decent poem, dude. I stumbled here, 2 thumbs up, would stumble again.

Don't listen to that moron trying to abuse you, people like that abuse others so they can feel better about their tiny penises.

I was actually moved by this piece. I'm not sure if this was your intention but there is a sense of fear through the bravado - for if there weren't one would just, well, die. I enjoyed it. Thank you

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for your comment.

This is fantastic. I really like the first and last stanzas best (I've never been much of a romantic, hehe!). I'm not sure which way I'll greet death when the day comes, but I hope it's one of those two ways... with confidence and with purpose.

strange that i stumbled on this
i was laying in bed earlier imagining how i would react if death suddenly appeared

imagined this almost to the letter

With your hands in your pockets,
Slouched back, cool,
Collected, and confident.
Wear a hint of a grin
And a dash of cologne.

great poem

Whenever I stumble upon poems, I rarely give out a thumbs up.

But, if it were at all possible,
I'd give out two for this.

Thanks, Anonymous. You just made my day.

Today is my birthday. I Stumbled upon this and can't begin to tell you how marvelous it is. I'm moved. Thank you for your work. I will be promoting you on my Facebook page for sure!!

Thanks so much, and happy birthday!

When I stumble upon a poem, I generally scan the beginning, and if it doesn't grab me, I stumble on by. But not only did this poem make me chuckle, at least twice, I actually went back and read it twice more.

And at least you have the guts to share your trifling twenty-something poetry with the internet. All mine is sitting in journals that I plan to burn before I die. (Apparently I will be greeting death with a bonfire.)

I'm interested enough to check out your other stuff, good sign!

stumbled upon this like so many others have!!!! great poem and what an awesome way to greet death! i hope i remember these when he comes.

Thanks for your comments.

Wow, i guess i should join the list of the stumbleupon-ers. just dropped by to say i liked the poem, and was really digging how you respond to the comments and didn't let yourself get baited by the troll.

Thanks, Anonymous.

I don't worry about trolls. If they commented, it means they probably read the poem, and that's the important part to me. I hope you'll check out some of my other stuff.

hey! great poem! i am one of the many stumblers, and when i got to this i actually stopped and read it out loud. I loved the rhythm and the imagery and the three different attitudes. nice job!!!

I am another stumbler... I am the primary caregiver for my mother and she is dealing with the YES-it-is-time-it-is-really-time-to-think-about-this that so many elderly people face. I love the middle stanza, but she would love the last one, she is ready to get the hell out of the pain, and on her terms, in her time.

Great poem - thanks! Spiralli

Stumbled.
I love it,

Anonymous: This is a fun poem to read out loud. I recited it at a poetry slam about a month ago and it got a fairly positive response from the crowd.

Spiralli: My thoughts to you and your mother. We all face death in our own ways.

Robyn: Thank you!

A fine effort sir poet, a fine effort indeed, although i feel more scansion is needed, a fine effort indeed...

Very nice indeed.

This is... just raw.

Any chance I can make a video about it? Play some non-diegetic music in the background?
I have a story art in my head right now and will begin scribbling furiously.

Remarkable piece, I'd love to get your consent.

By all means, go ahead. Though I would ask that you be sure to include a link to this website so viewers of the video can find their way to the rest of my work. Be sure to drop me a link, and I'll pimp the vid here.

I was reading comments and read that someone stumbled here on their birthday. Well, strangely, I did too. Today is my birthday.

Oh yeah, good poem.

Happy Birthday!

Whoa.

"Wear your father's cufflinks
And your mother's wedding ring."

LOVE this.

Cheers.
Yet another Stumbler.

Thank you.

This is amazing, I love it! Like the first stanza best, but all of it's fantastic (: Keep it up