Poems

This is the last poem to be penned

Composed in syllables of eight

The final entry in our blog

Now shuttered by the hands of fate

This is the cherry on the top

The closing run of our sad play

Shakespearean as clever fools

With nothing really left to say

That destiny should find us here

To bleed like mad from every pore

The bitter last and dying nail

For talking twins who talk no more

It came out of left field

Like a fatal disease

A hard shattering fact

Not a word could appease

It came out of left field

Like a grim coup de grace

A sad backstabbing truth

Of the lines he would cross

It came out of left field

Like a cruel kiss of death

A deep heartbreaking wound

To my last dying breath

What a cruel final move

A dagger to the heart

A twin who lost his way

Destructive from the start

Such a harsh ending blow

A shotgun to the head

A twin who lost the plot

Vindictively brain dead

Tormented to a T

Psychotic at the core

A twin who lost his mind

And showed me to the door

We are young

Then grow old

 Rub-a-dub

truth be told

We arrive

Then depart

That's the deal 

from the start 

We are born

Then we die

Atomize

by-and-by

We are here

Then long gone

That's the deal

right or wrong

All men must go

All men must die

Beyond the reach

of knowing why

All men must fade

All men must yield

Beyond the reach

of kismet sealed

All men must fall

All men must leave

Beyond the reach

of last reprieve

I'm in big trouble now, again

Between a rock and a hard place

On the verge of calling it quits

Afraid to say it to her face

I'm on the wrong road now, again

Skidding along a dead man's curve

On a steep and slippery slope

Going for broke without the nerve

I'm in the crosshairs now, again

Under my seesaw of a thumb

On the brink of catastrophe

Alone and scared of what may come

Were it not for you

Crowding up the womb

Mucking up the works

Bringing down the room

Were it not for you

Trouble with a T

Turning on a dime

Roaming fancy-free

Were it not for you 

Breaking every rule

Lacking self-control 

Acting like a fool

Were it not for you 

Brother with a B

Living long and hard

Copycatting me

In the end we all turn to dust

No more worries we have to face

Zero thinking we need to do

In the ultimate resting place

At long last we all get ghosted

No more people we want to see

Zero places we hope to go

When the Grim Reaper sets us free

Sure, you can tell me things I don't already know

but they absolutely must be solely about science

Sure, all your other thoughts and opinions can blow

because personal beliefs aren't scientifically reliant

Unless you can agree everything's a science show

your judgmental notions won't be conjuring up truth

I previously explained science carries all of my faith

Just when I thought we would make it

Bad choices in life took their toll

We kicked the bad habits in time

But suffered too much on the whole

Just when I thought we had made it

Old age made us stop and think twice

We smoked the peace pipe in the end

But ten more years sure would be nice

We're going to slide like duck shit

with a croak pushing excrement out

slipping uncomfortably into something

our in memoriam resembles no doubt

I'm a heart attack waiting to happen

A blood clot away from fading out fast

I'm worn out and ready for the bone yard

My face a poster for things that don't last

I'm an embolus ready for action

On high angina pectoris alert

I'm so bloated and stiff and arthritic

Like rigid road kill in postmortem dirt

I'm an LAD artery pending

A widow maker made for leave-taking

I'm done for in mind, body, and spirit

My final curtain call in the making