you, me, and the asteroid
they say it's coming in about 17 years. lord help us.
i'll be gone, but my kids, they'll have some
decisions to make. they may choose to throw
caution to the wind, live a bohemian lifestyle,
i hope they do, i hope they make enough money
to travel, to see all they can see, and meet
their fate with some semblance of peace and quietude.
they say it's coming next week. lord help us.
a week isn't much. i can't think beyond myself,
what my kids will do, i don't know, i hope
they come home for a final visit. but i going to
mow the lawn, balance the checkbook, put
the cat to sleep, then sit outside and read
sherlock holmes, something i've meant to do for too long.
they say it's coming tonight. lord help us.
i'm thinking of taking up cigarettes then slitting
my wrists. but i know me, i'm too health conscious
for cigarettes and too squeamish for the razor.
i think i'll write two poems, one by otp about finding
love and the happiness that goes with it, and one
by jim, which briefly explores hypotheticals.
Poetry by jim
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