I’m Feeling A Poem

 …coming on…

a vowel movement…

when you gotta go, you gotta go.

Life’s like that…it has to come out.

Here it comes…ladies, hike your skirts!

Residue 

All that’s left of yesterday is memory,

maybe a photo or two stuck in a drawer

and forgotten.

I have scars to prove I worked,

a few reviews of roles I played in plays,

of books I published, residue of life I lived.

I’m still here, a footnote of myself, still writing,

a stone rolling downhill with momentum,

natural continuum until it stops, the only question 

left is “So what?”, swept away like all the rest,

history a wisp of smoke that lingers in the air,

Horton hears a Who.

In the cosmic quantum maelstrom, the earth

is merely punctuation.

Period.