The Universal Entropy..... Poem by John Tansey

All tends to disorder.

I adapt to the decaying
Squalor that surrounds me

The sun goes down,
A light bulb blows,
I learn to see in the dark.

The heat’s been off for weeks;
The cold is intergalactic...

I simply wear more clothes

My phone is cut off
I learn to converse with myself,
enfolding myself witin my arms

Caressing my children
More intimately with words

As if I could write a wall arounf them
from the nothing I see coming...