Out with a BANG

This was just a poem I came up with while waiting to get out of my last uni exam before heading to Istanbul. Technically I wrote it on Friday but I waited until today to put it up.

I’m goin’ to die with my boots on

Remarked a six old Errol Flynn

Oh my bus the other day

His mother nodded vaguely

Perhaps he will, perhaps he will.

Valkyries will not wait like wives

By a midnight sick bed

They’ll find me with open eyes

Where my adventures led.

The kid dashed down the aisle

Between the speckled seats

Leaping wide-eyed to press

The brailed button and I realised

He probably didn't know who Errol Flynn was.  

No hospital beeps for me my love,

No wires or tubes I pray

I’m goin’ out with my black boots on,

In the blazing heat of day.