Life is uncontrollable
Loose cannons on sinking ships
Death is inconsolable
Last rosebuds on writhing lips
Poems #Poetry
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Believe what you want
Suppose what you need
Belief is for fools
who follow one creed
Presume what you must
Daresay what you will
Pretense is for cocks
who squawk on a hill
Decide what you please
Surmise what you wish
Belief is for geese
who swallow dead fish
There are no streams of consciousness
Beyond the wide white pearly gates
No spectral glints of ghostliness
Where nothing but the blue moon waits
There are no thoughts or memories
Beyond the broad black deathly door
No gushing thoughts of gratitude
Where goose eggs hatch forevermore
There are no thrones of sanctity
Beyond the truth sound science knows
No starstruck gasps of righteousness
Where nothing but illusion goes
Life's a bumpy bittersweet ride
Death's the last lousy ticket out
Life returns what you make of it
Death removes all lingering doubt
The hardest part is letting it all go
Forgiving and forgetting what has past
The regrets and misjudgments sticking out
like sore thumbs never meant to last
The easy part is holding onto life
Enjoying and embracing here and now
The loved ones and liaisons lending mirth
to rue that deepens with each ciao
Married four times without a charm
All good women who tried their best
A lot of hurt and undue harm
Rattled thoughts never put to rest
Wedded four times without a clue
All fair ladies who loved their man
Untold ploys and pooches to screw
Efforts dashed by a dead-end plan
Mated four times with one more chance
A dead last wife who stayed the course
She saddled up for one last dance
Putting it all on a dead horse
I'll stay put and go the distance
Which isn't far but now must do
I'm fresh out of second chances
And here my last three loves are true
I'll hold back and stay the course
Which isn't long but now replete
I'm plumb out of tricks up my sleeves
And here the stuff of life is sweet
I'll hang tight and live my best life
Which isn't much but now can mend
I'm all out of dandy landings
So here I'll stay until the end
Be cool not just for school
Coolness is the best rule
Stay cool don't be a fool
Chill pills make happy fuel
Looking back into the passage of the past
Deep into the long straight hole of existence
Where unremitting memories start and stop
Like subways click-clacking from out of the dark
Seeking truth inside the tunnel of lost time
Dark beyond the illuminated exits
Where regrets and pure delights step on and off
Like tourists seeking out the finest locales
Beating back against the rushing cavern walls
Chanced upon each arrival and departure
Where wayward spirits reach out for one last ride
Like ghosted hobos hoping all is not lost
It used to be so fun
But not at all fun now
Bum hip and clogged leg veins
All screaming holy cow
It used to sound so cool
But not at all cool now
Cocaine and cigs and booze
All holier than thou
It used to be so nice
But not at all nice now
Blocked heart and damaged lungs
All crying chow for now
A small yellow fish
tags along with me
Darting to and fro
in the clear blue sea
A small yellow fish
chases after me
Staying out of reach
like a humblebee
A small yellow fish
swims alone with me
Moving side by side
in pure harmony
