Eulogy to me asleep

Being unappreciative is the highest form of gratitude. View the sea as a moving van and next month as a welcome wagon. People are not the only annoying neighbours. The walls for one are horrible babblemouths. Childhood was slumber, like a prescription you only take on holidays. You haven’t lived until you have died a little. Don’t hang yourself just because you’ve lost your shoes. Murder will be your next suicide attempt. You start carving school notes in callouses like tic tac toe. Reading will water the soil of your head in diopters, refraction pools in your eyes. Always hitchhike to the afterlife. Your spine will grow wings there. They’ll get plucked by morning. If coffins are beds for the dead, pillows are cremation for the living. Those are our feathers you’re sleeping on. Heaven is not for us, that’s why we forget our dreams. You have 9 lives and you only grow old when you’re dead. Don’t write eulogies to your 13th when you’ve still got 7 in your pocket.