Thought For The Man With Pocket Cats ...or God

La vie est plus belle quand on Z'ecrit soi-meme*

Your email address surfaced
Twice today, once before noon
Once after I read some poems from your new book. Although I've seen them before
They always make me laugh.
Hey, listen
Can I ask you a favor,
If you're alive
When I'm dying would you come over
And read to me?
Just like they hammered the pope's head
To see if he was still living
I want to hear
What you have to say
One last time before I go on to eat dirt...
And when I no longer laugh
At your writing
Then they can pronounce me dead,
Read my last will and testament,
Burn my things, except for my books
And tell the next one in line
To only read the one that doesn't collect dust
It'll be the one with your name on the cover.

*Life is best played without a script
Francine Papp