The Last Laugh

Outside the backdrop of the given world,

the emptiness fled

And deep in the recesses of what’s never to be,

contradiction fed

Far beyond meaning and stated intent,

all reasons turned to dust

With nothing to prove and less to embrace

—the laugh at last on us

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Yesterday’s Past

Hiding behind his writing,

he went from day to day

 

Whispering memories from yesterday’s past,

the truth in disarray

 

Buried in moments now borrowed,

the clock running shorter than long

 

All words out on pawn, tomorrow in hock

—his message forgotten and gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)