Poet On Deathbed Recounts Close Shaves Poem by Lucius Furius

Death!
seems y've won;
body's resistance,
all worn down.

Flirted in Oberlin ('68) :
frozen in headlights;
jump left -
or right?

West Virginia.
Kinda teased ya:
One-brake bike on
truck-filled highway ('71) .

Asleep at wheel
('77, Tennessee) ,
drove off road -
pillar or cliff...
woulda been dead.

Suicidal,
love-hope lost.
Asking for
oblivious embrace -
you scorned me
('79, Illinois) .

Full of cancer
(hospital, now) .
Ready for cold kiss,
end-pain.
You're a knockout!
Let's dance.