Buddy Bee Anthony

Silver Star - 3,711 Points (Minneapolis, Minnesota)

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 high mountain tops.
Without you, there's nothin for me
Folks say I'm a damn fool for still believing
since you up and left me last fall
If it weren't for my guns
this sleepin bag bed
and alcohol
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.
I'll tell you once, twice,
a thousand times more,
Since, you're gone
I almost have nothin
having up and left me and all.
If it weren't for these guns
my sleeping bag bed
and one last curtain call
I'd have nothin
no nothin
flat nothin
at all.

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Buddy Bee Anthony

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Topic(s) of this poem: lamentation

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, January 22, 2018

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