Out

By Jared Carnie

 

Soon you’ll be gone and there’ll be no time for this.

Soon you’ll be gone and there’ll be no time for poetry.

 

Soon you’ll be gone and there’ll be no more mornings.

There’ll be no more sunrises

No more sunsets

No more sunny afternoons.

 

Soon you’ll be gone and there’ll be no more music.

There’ll be no more Miles

No more Hendrix

No more songs stuck in your head

No more singing in secret at the top of your voice

No more dancing across the kitchen while you dry.

 

Soon you’ll be gone and there’ll be no more walking.

There’ll be no more fresh air

No more watching the clouds

No more ducking the trees

No more jumping over the puddles

No more jumping into the puddles.

 

Sure, there’ll be no more debt.

There’ll be no more traffic

There’ll be no more work

No more dentist

No more bad news

No more fuel prices

No more shit on your shoes.

 

There will be no hangover.

 

There will be a perfect silence.

 

You won’t be able to feel it.

 

You can see it getting bigger on the horizon.

 

Do what you must.

 

Do it while you can.

 

Write about it.

Write a terrible novel that screams out your soul.

Pretend you’re Dostoyevsky.

 

Delete your Facebook and visit your friend in Peru.

 

Don’t accept the systems.

They can have it all once you’re gone.

 

Tell her you love her.

Tell him you love him.

Tell her you love her.

TELL HER YOU LOVE HER.

 

Thank your family while they have the time.

Thank those that have been like family.

 

Get up in the middle of the night.

You can’t sleep? Good.

There is plenty of time for that

And the sky is painting stars

Just for you

Dancing the delicate infinity.

 

Read Baudelaire. Get drunk.

Play guitar badly while your friends sing along.

 

Spend nights dazzled by New York neon

And spend nights on the beach

Away from everything but the tide.

 

Give what you don’t need

And do what you can.

Not everybody has the freedom you do.

 

Go days without food.

Have better things to do.

Feast on what you find.

 

Be awake when they go to sleep.

Find out what they’re missing.

 

Avoid movies.

You already know the ending

It’s time to be the hero.

 

Ignore anyone with wisdom.

Soon they’ll be gone too.

 

Don’t avoid their eyes

Avoid their shadows.

Don’t let them cover you.

 

Make love.

We’re running out of it.

We could do with some more.

 

Scribble on the newspaper.

Facts aren’t understanding.

 

Have morals.

Don’t have politics.

 

Breathe while you can.

It’s the taste of the path.

 

Hold this up.

 

Get a lighter

Get a match

Get a fire.

 

Watch it go.

 

Let it get as close to your fingertips

As you can stand

Then leave it a second longer.

 

Soon you’ll be gone

And no one will be able to tell you.

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Author: David S. Wills

David S. Wills is the founder and editor of Beatdom magazine and the author of The Dog Farm. He travels a lot, and is currently working as a professor in China. His latest book is called Scientologist! William S. Burroughs the Weird Cult. You can read more about and by David at his blog, www.davidswills.com or on Tumblr.

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