How?

A FlipSide Production
How do I wanna die?
I wanna die in my sleep after rocking a poetry set
For the 10000th time
99 years from my entry
With great grandchildren around my casket saying
"he could still do it!"
I wanna die with an unfinished metaphor about life
Dancing circles in my dream state
Cuz it means there's always more to learn
I wanna die with remnants of my last meal
Dribbling around in my drool
An odd concoction of chocolate and pineapple
I couldn't quite get out of my loose-fitting dentures
I wanna die with all but one person wondering
Why blue pill residue was stuck to the ceiling of my mouth
With exes silently moaning "he still could do it,"
As they shuffle past my open casket
I wanna die with the words I love you baby girl
Pushing through the fear of exiting for an eternal departure
Not a martyr but perhaps his second cousin
Legend
I want the sports I so loved to mourn my loss
A fitting tribute - one snap, a three second violation
An eight second delay. All while thinking-
He always tried to be fair. He really could do it
I want to die with all the loves of my life
Remembering that one perfect day we spent together
That beach walk, mountainside picnic
That epic concert under the stars
I wanna leave memories that send hearts racing
And bellies jiggling from laughter
I want the pupils of students I once taught
To light up and create a rainbow in their teary eyes
In short
I want to die with love and light
Punching through dark clouds of grief and loss
I want tales to fall off the tongues of great nieces and nephews
Saying "even back in the 1900s he really could do it."
Nobody mourns
We celebrate the reason I existed
Let the memories hold value that keeps my daughter
Immersed in the deepest meanings of her name
Insight, intuition and higher levels of consciousness
I was blessed by her presence and I want her to feel it
I want her to know that even my darkest days
They only bore grey skies because
Her birth took away my blues
Darkness could not live here anymore
Pain could only visit
Could not be systemic
There's a 2 hour parking limit
My joy is greedy and that greed is good
So how do I want to die?
Like I lived
With love