Life Is Fine Poem by Matt Render

Life is fine
When you're a corpse
In the backseat of a convertible
You can feel the wind
And nothing else
Sweeping through dark tunnels
Glimpsing directly into the sun
Tumbling down mountains
And flying back up
Restaurants movies and shopping malls
It all blends together
Into a taste you can't recognize
Sitting at the cafe
At a wedding
At your own funeral
Sleeping soundly
While the tears keep coming
Always tears
Nothing else
Those endless streams
Of childhood
Go floating down
Never come back