For the laughing Fat man

Despite your best efforts, your skin will sag loose
Hang from the bottom of your arms
As molecules of dust swirl in the light
Stabbing through the kitchen window
Despite your best efforts you will not
Be unburdened of your flesh
As the purple lotus advances toward heaven
One eye down toward the afterbirth puddle

Despite your best efforts the sun remains
Unconcerned, making time as gravity
Unwinds the screws of your joints and
Loosens taunt nerves

Until like a sail being deprived of wind
We go falling falling into the rushing current
Of nothingness

and all is as it should be