Nowhere To Linger Anymore (Draft 1)

The End

I am so much at the end of my times
though I wish it were Grand Times
like, you know, for the Universe
or for some seagulls or flowers
that I’ve happened to mention in a crumby essay
about what that they ate in a peck
without regard to me as a benefactor

well, of course, a minor crumb
and an annoying body
to dispose of in a land fill
or cremate.

I always thought
I would have been more.

I always thought I was brilliant
or at least someone

And now
everyone tells me I’m nothing

I think they are right because

There is no evidence of me.

— Douglas Gilbert