Only old ninjas throw their
interbangs
After which they walk stiffly
And retire within parentheses.
Their hearts are folded steel but
Their semi-colons give out at last
Putting a period to their time on
earth
And they walk amidst the
asterisks.
The ghosts of
my parents came by last night
To assure me there
was no life after death
Only surcease.,
absence, ending;
“Then why are you
here and, for that matter,
How?”
“You think long-held habits can be
broken
As easily as that?
You called and we came.”
Try to remember
That each day you are
growing
More absent-minded
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