The Rain Is Gone ~ Sunday, June 21, 2026

My deceased cat keeps leaving the lights on

yet, I go to turn them off, where is she

dead, inside a box, ashes, bones and dust

even if I could find her, she is gone

cease to exist and they cremate your corpse

even if I could outrun death, I see

another adversary not to trust

seems like the world is full of polar bears

even if I could move the world, what warps

decision-making more than smoking dope

cats are my only hope, though dogs are sweet

as a child, I was denied any hope

to live with a cat or two, I would meet

kindness face-to-face, vis-a-vis, my fears

endlessly melt away, but I am old

endlessly older than before and sad

perhaps because the future is my past

such that I must live with others as cold

literally, as my own family

even if I win the lottery, bad

as losing my right arm, wrapped in a cast

veritably, I would be all alone

in some place, this works out amicably

not because I would be rich but to write

given what I write about is a win

the world does not desire but to fight

honesty in others thrown in the bin

every man for himself found on his phone

lights on or lights off, does it matter much

if no one ever touches with a hug

given the need to punish and to beat

hatred entails a life so lived as such

that a child knows no better than to hate

suffering so long a sorrow to slug

only Bourbon shots as an adult, meet

no one kind enough to smile sincerely

yet, what more could I ask as I debate

ending this life before it is over

to say that I have the right while I can

I know is blasphemy, so I cover

goodness gracious, my tracks, my trace to scan

only without rain, I can see clearly