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.


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