The Last Word

wave a hand
wave it away
curve the spine
open the door
and let the smoke billow forth from behind the pursed lips
that open like a cave
to reveal the soft pink flesh
and the little pipe
that leads to the whispering belly
the secret places deep within my core
the paths open and close every day
and none should ever be allowed to walk them
save those that can be trusted
not to look back.

the thing is
the real thing is
encoded within every flake of skin
inscribed over and around every follicle of hair
distilled in every drop of blood
every fleck of spit
every soft blink of my eyelids
transmitting morse code into the ether
the same message,
always the same
i am alive
i will survive
and i intend on continuing until 
the last possible moment.

two sides of a wrong coin
so weak, so weak
do not stop to think
your body does all the thinking that we need
and in our mouths water is wine
and everything is survivable
and everything will be fine.

drowned in lakes of frigid blue
borne aloft on clouds of smoke
thrown to wolves, eaten alive for being true
and the world itself is nothing but the butt of some great cosmic joke
and we spin
and we shine
and eventually we fall.

but ever i will rise to your call
with every encoded iota
every word branded into my soul
every life plan, every goal
every midnight scribbling
every
last
word
i am alive
i will survive
and i will find you 
after the last possible moment.