...still don't like that stupid haiku-thing.

I will write a poem of substance just for you, Suze. Give me...oh, say a couple years? ;)

When I die
Let some horse's hoof
Find my skull to stumble on
And crush through the roof into
The hollow where
There was a brain but now
Dead sighs
And not quite dead intentions
Rise like hot canopic ash
From a shattered aperture
My cave is dust and old thoughts
Are their problem now.

MH.

Slightly reminded of the opening stanza to The Byronic Man,

As lonely as a poet on the Wall of Jericho,
or the moon without the comfort of the stars,
I am loath to know it that a man without a soul,
is nothing but a spilled canopic jar.

Though your poem seems angled away from a libertine defiance of the mores of life. Kind of interesting to juxtapose them together, though. The final lines of both seem to arrive at vaguely the same place, though Filth's is predictably more graphic and I'm not going to repeat it here.

Not to mention the whole skull-goblet of Byron's you love to tell me about. :P

Well the whole purpose of that thing I understand was to shock people, so why not keep it going?

Also, revised end lines:

"My sarcophagus is dust and old thoughts
And their problem now"

Preference?

I think Sarcophagus sounds better.

Also, that line evokes one of my own in my mind,

I can scream old thoughts with annihilating fascination
I can dream incineration and aurora

but, pretty sure we're using the term in almost diametrically opposite fashions.

Thoughts on the change from "are" to "and"?

Oh, I didn't even see that before. "Are" sounds much better.

Thanks. I was hedging on that. I liked the break but I thought it made for some awkwardness with following the lines.