coffeehammerman and the mummy

speaking pictures (draft)

wrapped up in the ever lengthening shroud of mundane and short-term projects,
wrapped up in the act of dodging projectiles,
wrapped up in trying not to puke at the sight of my own face.
oh shut up would you?
stop crying about what you might have done last night and crack a smile because you've got a bed to sleep in and another cadaver-in-waiting beside you that really cares.

waiting for the hammer to slow down
hiss of forced air,
forcing smiles
forcing limbs into uncomfortable positions.
neck hurts
shoulder hurts
tired of taking things apart in order to let others get in the way.

my way
yeah
my way
like god.

it's dark inside the stone room.
it's still with only the imagined echoes of the stone cutters
priests and sacrificial innocents.
(and not a hope for light)

how sad you must have been
when the oiled surgeons removed your brain with silver tipped spoons
and packed your viscera in jars of perfume
and gave your heart to the people to eat.
how delicate and how nice when the last block slid into place and the outside was eliminated from your worried world view.


i think i would like to be mummified
but i fear there is no way for it to happen.
no legal way.
nobody does that kind of work anymore...
at least not on purpose.

sept '06



So maybe a green burial would be a good thing. It worked OK for most of my pets. No ill effects noticed. The plants thrived above their small gravesites. One less 35 mil black plastic shroud and one less lump on the pile in the back of the truck that leaves the vets every Thursday afternoon and drives, without ceremony, to the county landfill.

Maybe so.

What do you want them to do with your mortal coils?