Knocks that came
Early in the late
Midnight Morning

My thirst leads me
Walking. Streetlights
Glowing, stores are dark.

In front of
Me a couple
Walks nervously

I give them
No reason
To Fear

Behind me walks
An invisible man
Always talking.

Now I sit here, fully depleted.
God rest my heart
Until it is seated.
Finish mine effort
Save your rockets
This is the age of last resort
I sit under a dead moon.

I fathered 3 young children,
Never knew ‘em.
Time tested, now
I’m out.
Triumphs, bargaining.
Quiet turbines churn today.
What soul, this land?

Have you
Thought about
What your last
Words would be?

If
You
Had
A
Choice
To
Begin
With

Would you choose
To have last words at all?
What if you misspoke?
What if they misheard?

Is
That
Grounds
For
Haunting?

I don’t know what
My words would be
Or what they will be.
Maybe this?
Maybe not?

Should
It
Be
A
Lie?
Truth?

Perhaps I
Should
Consult a
Last words specialist
Perhaps it should be nothing.


Or perhaps it should be
The irony that draws a feeble mind
Escapes the claws of misfortune
To see the mist of breath
To join the ancient death.