The Sweetness of Death

Does anyone want to know
why I’m dying

I don’t think so, ’cause
it’s such a tiny thing.

Oh many times I
used to think

there were
thoughts of me

as if I were human
but I’m not

and tell me why
I have ever mattered
beyond a cliché

and hey I know
the end, ha

don’t be silly

— Douglas Gilbert


2 thoughts on “Whatever

  1. I want to know. I hope you’re ok; now I’m worried because you’ve always mattered to me. But yeah, I can be pretty silly at times. Nice to see a new poem by you.

    1. Thanks. I’m trying to finish my novel. And it’s good news and bad news. If I finish it will be a disaster and I will hate the lack of response or the hostile response or worse, nothing at all. I don’t know why I’ve ever bothered with this. Sunset is so soon now and I don’t think it will be safe for me to read in the park anymore at a time when people get off work. But that never worked anyway.

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