I want to taste Death

I imagine it

Like a crisp sweep across my lips

Seeping into my veins 

Like arsenic

Strapping me to the fluorescent bulb 

Above. 

I cannot quite describe 

How preoccupied I am with this notion 

I am not 

Exactly welcoming of Death

I would not quickly 

Embrace 

The cloaked chest of Death now. 

But to brush against it 

To feel that chill sweep 

On my shoulders

I wish 

Nothing more. 

All my life I've played 

Cat and mouse with the idea of mortality. 

I seek 

Dangerous situations

Scenes 

Men. 

I invite Fate 

To cocktails like 

An old friend

All the time eyeing it 

Like a pickpocket 

Over the centerpiece. 

Fool 

Some call me 

But caring for my destiny

As it may be

Has long left me

A startled bird from its 

Flickering Open sign nest

Many can laugh

Few will cry

But as you revel in your 

Shiniest new baubles

I ache to look Death in the eye

Wink

An live to tell the tale.