Well, Now That Everyone is Dead

~Well, Now That Everyone is Dead~


The stench will probably last

until the flesh and guts dry-up,

leaving oderless bones behind.


In the meantime,

I'll just try to keep my nose

buried in books.


I can flip my own burgers.

Make my own coffee.

Blow out my brains,

when it comes to that.


I wonder if God

can create a bird

that can fly higher

and faster

than He can.

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Wow!  You have a most

Wow!  You have a most distinctive, and distinguished, voice in your poems.