Because I Must

Death is like basketball.

Put better,

Death is like a basketball 

hitting you 

in your big stupid face.

You’re playing the game

And someone passes you the ball

But you don’t
see it coming

And the second 

before the ball smacks you

in your big stupid face

you look up

You see it

but there’s not a
goddamn thing 

you can do about it.

And it’s unfair.

And it’s going to suck.

And some people will care.

And some people won't.

And that 

will be 

that.

No words can compare to
the movement of a
spiraling basketball
ripping through the air like a comet

headed straight for
your dome
to so perfectly articulate
one very specific message.

This is
fucking
happening.

And in that second 

you understand
perfectly

beyond words

beyond reason

beyond even
thought

the futility of every plan

you've ever made

or action

you've ever taken because

from day one

this was your 

immutable destiny


The ball
was always on its way
to you.

You understand
in an instant that
everything has led up to this

and it has all ready happened

and it will continue
happening

forever and ever

and it is equally
hilarious and tragic

but you will not feel like
laughing or crying

you will only

accept.