Why Try
They ask, judge, text,
spread the news even
if there is no news to
spread, they gather together
and make their comments
Creating and painting
their own unwise universe.
Omega
Scribble the last letter
on earth, etch it in the ground,
wait for the gates
of stars and planets to open,
a rain of judgment, or just
a sound of eternal party.
Last Night on Earth
I have decided I do not want
my last night on earth
to be spent on a bed, alone,
listening to the promised
soon coming of another.
I like how the poem flows and has form of connection within it.