Flatlined

Maybe when the World is flat

To chop your own head off

will no longer be an issue.

If my arms disengage from my body

limbs will still be present

but they won't be my own

and I don't do well without      extremities.

There may be some truth to this

Flat World,

and if I stand on a tuna fish can

I betcha I can see the top of your head,

where the bald spots are

and the scar from

when you walked into that satellite dish

as we ran through the sprinklers.

If I flatline soon

    tell my mom I am sorry

for the pot on the front porch

that I broke.  It was just an accident.