Another Brick In The Wall

A good title for any poem, although,

perhaps it deserves better. Who knows?

Now that the music has my ear….

any more words aren’t necessary

but may follow, like civilizations,

like our own…strange things happening,

the game is afoot, it won’t be long now,

whatever that means.

I measure time from the back to the front,

like, where I am now, to what I see coming

four weeks from now. That’s about as far as

I can see ahead, that I’ll probably be alive.

Nothing wrong with that.

The truth is always true,

no matter how it looks.

Don’t be mad at cancer,

besides, they have a cure.

This could be a song, in a

musical about Armageddon, 

or something.