After You Left

After you left
I laid the poems of Charles Bukowski
And Pablo Neruda out side by side
To compare their suffering to mine
But it was too much suffering
For the moon to bear
It cried out in agony and went blind
Plunging the night into total darkness
The wind stopped breathing
Gravity lost its grip
And let everything slip
Slowly away into the vacuum of space
And I was left to drift
In an empty universe
Lit dimly by stars
Scattered from one end to the other

Death is A Cat

Death comes
at you
not
cloaked
in
a hood

wielding
a
scythe

It comes
at you
like
a cat

right
out
of
the
damn
litter
box

right
after
taking
a
stinking
cat shit

Circling
your feet

rubbing
its head
against
your
leg

nudging
you
until
you
acknowledge
its
presence
or
kick it
away

Meaningless Wishes

How many small,
Meaningless wishes
Do we make in a lifetime?

Wishes for options
Other than the ones
We are all stuck with

Small meaningless wishes
That pass through our minds
Like debris in the wind
Blown into oblivion

Where they die
Only to be reborn again