Lay me anywhere, just not indoors

I do not want to die indoors, 

my final taste of bleach, 

my last scent of just mopped floor. 

Lay me by a shore, in a field, 

beside a weathered stone--

even a garden hose will do--

anywhere please, just get me out 

      from behind closed doors.

I would break a window if I could 

and crawl out to the nearest wood 

to let my eyes open 

one last time on

something green, immense, 

something born,

where I can mulch with those 

already gone, 

where stars can clearly see 

what's become of me 

and once again reach out 

to gather 

         my remaining matter.

The Lanai

On that lanai in lovely Kapula, 

a white moon stares down all alone 

but a pacific roar tells us 

       life is near.

As does the steady groan of frogs 

buried in a slime

of hideous creatures and 

      frightening possibilities.

And above my head, every second

a new electrocution scents the air 

with sizzling flesh, dangling the inevitable 

      before me.