Last Call Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

All my heroes are on the run,
dead,
in prison,
or up
on museum walls.
That's why
I'm startin' brush fires
on the Sun.
Pumpin' salty water
into the Sea.
Tossin' boulders
onto mountain tops.
Because without you,
there's nothin' for me..
Folks say
I'm a darn fool
for still believin'
since you up and left me last Fall
If it weren't for these guns
this sleepy hag's head
and one last curtain call
I'd have nothin'
no nothin'
at all..

I once thought your love
it was nothin'
But, now I burn
for more of your nothin' at all.
That's why I've been spittin' lava
into volcanoes.
Makin' ice cubes
at the North Pole.
I've told you once, twice,
a thousand times more,
Since, you've been gone
I almost have nothin'
having up and left me and all.
If it weren't for these guns
my sleepin' bag bed
and another last call for alcohol.
I'd have nothin'
no nothin'
flat nothin'
at all.


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Re-edited 02/02/2024 @3: 56 AM Pacific Standard Time.

Buddy Bee Anthony