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

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