When Death Gets Jet Lag

This sunset lets Death sneak out under these last strains of light

this dying star in all her glory

exposed in all her pink parts

as her pink purple curtain clouds draw to close

their shades in both vanity and modesty

only to fade to black

while every dusk is one minute earlier

and every day is one day later

until night falls asleep

like visiting Samoa for a day

and you leave one day before you arrived

cause stars got sleep in their eyes

and this international date line

blurs today from yesterday

so you can die today

and appear in yesterday’s obituary.


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