Tuesday, August 26, 2014


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,
          “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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