Poems #Dead Twins Talking

I'm running low on granddad fuel

An old man ready for his nap

The checkered flag is in the air

And soon I'll take my final lap

I'm flying slow on empty fumes

A geezer falling from the sky

The catastrophic impact zone

A life that left me high and dry

These poems are measures of our bond

A link steadfast as tungsten darts

Our back and forth reminding me

How much I love the rhyming parts

It's nice to know our ties are strong

A knot untwined by selfsame hearts

Our poetry fulfilling me

Especially the rhyming parts

I'm mortified again you see

To think you might be mad at me

I do not want to hurt the lamb

Who bleeds as silent as the clam

I'm mortified I hope you know

To think I dealt another blow

I do not want to make you sore

I do not want this anymore

I'm mortified and must confess

I am the one who made this mess

I do not want to be an ass

But please give me another pass

What would Arthur Miller say

With his last remaining breath

Did he really comprehend

The bewilderment of death

What would William Shakespeare write

With his final feathered quill

Did he meet his end with grace

Thus devour the bitter pill

What would all the authors say

With both feet now in the grave

Did they truly understand

Life's a thing no one can save

Yeah, won't be too much longer now

But we had our fun in the sun

The ocean combers letting up

The hang loose riding all but done

Yeah, the sets are nearly finished

But we carved some curls in our lives

The frothiest waves and wipes outs

The gnarliest surfer high-fives

Yeah, almost time to pack it in

But we sure had more than our share

The roller coaster clacking back

The sun going down like a flare

I don't know what gets into me

It comes from someplace deep inside

A fiend that rears its ugly head

Like Doctor Jekyll's Mr. Hyde

I don't know why it lives in me

It does not pussyfoot around

Perhaps I learned it from my Dad

A man who wrestled with the hound

I don't know how or when or why

It seems to be a rooted curse

A foible I must ride herd on

And bear for better and for worse

Some fairy tales do not come true

For evilness is hard to beat

The specious smiles of wickedness

So spurious and sickly sweet

And yet some fairy stories last

For humankind is sorely flawed

The greed of human heartlessness

A villainous and vicious fraud

Some fairy tales are here to stay

For goodness is a timeless tale

The crimes of immorality

Badness that goes beyond the pale

And still some fairy stories teach

For honor is a living thing

The human heart a place of love

Kindness its true and rightful king

The dead don't know they lived

They do not know they came

There are no souls on high

And none consumed by flame

The dead don't know they died

They do not know they left

There are no hopes or dreams

For mortals laid to rest

The dead don't know they were

They do not know they passed

There are no promised lands

And nothing ever lasts

This is all you get

This is what you got

Think of all you felt

And the joy it brought

This is all you have

This is what you had

Think of all you saw

And be mostly glad

This is all you are

This is what you were

Think of all you did

And sleep well monsieur

A faulty man

A bad brother

A worse father

A selfish dick

A troubled soul

A born loser

A lamer duck

A toxic prick

Life is uncontrollable

Loose cannons on sinking ships

Death is inconsolable

Last rosebuds on writhing lips

See twins write

Watch words flow

Poem twin talk

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