either way

you really don't mind if i sit this one out.
the mental snapshot of yesterwhatever
is smudged with angry fingerprints and
the night air chills but comforts
for if you can feel the chill
you arent six feet under.
however its probably pretty damn cold down there too.
open your eyes.
what do you see?
its terrible dark.
night?
coffin?
either way, its still cold.
and either way, that polaroid
was taken.
you sit up.
its not a coffin then, lucky you.
you see a shore. and the tangled seaweed
leaves you wondering where those sandcastles went.
washed away, kicked by punk kids.
either way, gone.
yeah, i've thought it over. i'll sit this out.