a flash in the pan

as quick like a bunny, you soon will be dead---grab your best pair of socks & paint the town red.

embrace the utterly fleeting nature of your

existence

for within moments you will disappear

& all that you think matters now

all your

plans

for future endeavors, for relationships, for trips &

attempts at ascension within some kind of

labor structure---

they all are reduced to the head of

a

needle---

& as the smoke from that last obliterating fire

you’re whisked away by the

wind.