Buddy Bee Anthony

Silver Star - 3,340 Points (Portland Oregon)

Last Call - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

All my heroes are dead, dyin
in prison, or plastered on museum walls.
That's why
I've been startin brush fires on the Sun.
Pumpin salty water into the Sea.
Tossin boulders onto highest mountain tops.
Fishing a rapid flowing stream
With you gone, I've almost got nothin
Since you up and left me last fall.
If it weren't for my guns
this sleepin bag bed
I'd have nothin
flat 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 cube castles at the North Pole.
Mercy once, twice,
don't make cry out some more

Since, you've been gone

I got a boat load of nothin
having up and left me and all.
If it weren't for these guns,
my sleeping bag bed
this here grain alcohol
and one last curtain call
I'd have nothin
no nothin
flat nothin
at all.


All Rights Reserved

Buddy Bee Anthony

Listen to this poem:

Topic(s) of this poem: lamentation


Comments about Last Call by Buddy Bee Anthony

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 4, 2017


[Report Error]