the last kiss

The Last Kiss.

I sit here and do little, but I’m not a veterinary,
they have offered me a new body, but since
it is as old as my own, I said no; shuddering to
think were it has been with its hands.

They offered me a young brain, but I had to take
the whole head, to wake up in the morning with
with someone else’s memory and an unlived face
isn’t what an old man should suffer.

So I stumble about chew tobacco and spit brown
this so no one will notice that my phlegm is
bloody, no need to worry my wife and, anyway,
It’s over ten years since last we kissed.