finish what you start
your mother always said so
you know she was right

Winter Solstice Eve
fairy lights wink through the dark
a soft gasp of hope

seven days of rain
the air is like a pillow
cried on through the night

after me, the Flood
said the King of France, shrugging
let's not copy him

noodle with your words
shape in tubes, strands, or pouches
boil in brain water

you regret nothing?
either you are arrogant
or you are lying

google your own name
wait for whirring bits and bytes
to tell you who you are

life's too short, we say
while we rest our fat asses
and our dreams pass by

spend the Earth's last days
making your peace with her gods
beg their forgiveness

here she comes knockin'
singin' the bag lady blues
rotten teeth and all