grave danger

i've seen death up close,
in the same room as it
did its thing and a
soul left the planet
in the physical realm
and i see and feel and
hear people wanting the
same for me and i laugh
and smile and continue
singing, the stinging
sensation of stinking
death not my fear at
all anymore. i know
why i'm here. i know
i have a choice, i know
i only can go so far on
my own, i have known my
own soul and i've known
other souls, seeing them
here or gone, feeling sad
or angry at their being
being gone and mine still
being here, a human being,
seeming to steal scenes
from a movie or novel or
story or poem from centuries
or even days ago - all is
vanity, even this, even now,
spilling my mind to words
in the world, real time,
no time to stop and/or
think and maybe it
stinks to you, but
maybe one person
out there was
meant to hear
it here and here
i've said it and
can move on, still
smiling and laughing
at them calling me crazy,
wanting me to take the pills
and calm the fuck down, and
stop smiling and laughing
even though the world
gets worse each and
every day that
passes now
it seems
i'm happy
and people
will and do
hate me for
that. with a
tip of the hat,
i'm on my way.