I Exist

I exist. I’m going to persevere.

The words come easy. Breathing keeps me here.

Let pain keep count of every cold, wet night.

I’ll beat that count by one more year.

I’m resilient. I endure.

Of little else, but this I’m sure.

Fuck you, world, and all else.

I care about mine own self.

Eine kleine Lichtlektüre

as I approach 0.9 C

humanity is now lost to me

all that exists:

that damned red shift

and memories

of who I used to be

far off in the future

it’s nothing

but white

I am the last

        lost

                in light

C

        me

                now?

Charles Walker is a Denver poet who occasionally puts a book down long enough to open a blank one and pick up a pen. He is at work on a book, An Exploration of Life.