A Last Request
Please snort up my ashes, Keith Richards,
the way that you did with your dad’s.
When cut with a pinch of Peruvian snow,
I know I would not be half-bad.
Let’s party, you rock star, you devil,
with the dust of my mortal remains.
Chase me with a spike of whatever you like,
until you too are feeling no pain.
Michael Waterson grew up in Pittsburgh, PA and has lived in Northern California for 44 years, working at a range of jobs from San Francisco taxi driver to U.S. Forest Service firefighter to Napa Valley newspaper editor. He received a BA from San Francisco State University and an MFA from Mills College, both in Creative Writing. His work has won several awards and appeared in numerous journals and online publications. He was Napa Valley’s Poet Laureate, 2010-2012.