Death is like
when you’re looking at a flashing cursor
with nothing in mind,
and you think you’re worse off than me?
the bottle’s nearly empty and I am still sober
I don’t want a tomorrow but the night’s nearly over.
I’ve lived this moment for a thousand years
ten thousand pages soaked in my tears
and ten thousand more that wait by the door.
I got old watching reruns of strike-outs and
Babe Ruth’s still the truth though
I’m still watching the night go,
I might go out to the park.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.