Saturday, December 20, 2008

It closes in on him

when the last life preserver
has floated away,
and the molecules dance
in his ears,
and distant, unearthly
rooster shrieks
sound their absurd
proclamations of
midnight harem ownership.
There will be no
Get Out Jail Free Card,
there will be no
overtime,
there will be no
recount, there will be no
favors for Old Times' Sake.
And if he has any items
to declare, 
he better get
off the Potassium-Argon clock,
because someday
he won't be around
for them to
not notice.

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