if i ever die i want my poetry to be seen around the world in a spontaneous array of brightly colored graffiti. if it happens all poets must stop paying their taxes and lick my graffiti in a state of mourning called enjambment. this will be the beginning of shark thumbs. if i ever die extract the pigment from my freckles, hair & eyes, put the color in a vial & sing the words: o death you are a cigarette in a hurricane. calmly, spray paint my body gold & turn me into the next big thing. if i ever.