LAST CALL

Don’t come looking for me,

I’ve left the room. I was far too

close to the edge, could see over

the dizzy side of things, straight

into this eruption of chaos.

“What? What chaos?

And that’s the problem.

The chaos

is YOU!

Just look!

How are you doing?

You are destined to live...

Once.

Die.

Once.

That’s all we get.

Cross examine

your lying tongue,

your calloused soul,

your hard heart.

In this case you are under

oath and it is too late,

perjury is impossible.

The prosecutor knows

you lie about everything.

When was the last time

you walked in beauty

on purpose? Listened

to that voice down there

treading the raging sea?

That exquisite thing stuck

inside your hopeless,

dying flesh?

When was the last time

you paid attention to

the one you love?

Their deepest fears?

Why is that their favorite

book, movie, food, memory?

How are they doing?

What have you done

worth remembering?

Is your entirety more than

one grain in the shattered

hourglass of eternity?

Wait, what’s that sound?

Never mind.

It’s just your personal

Bedlam knocking on the

only way out.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I have always thought that when we are judged, the judge will shock the (something rhyming with bit) out of us, when they sit in front of us and reveal them to be a smirking us!
Only in that moment would we truly realise how truly (something rhyming with ducked) we are, as only us could possibly know the sickest of things done and thoughts said, that even we filter out of our own memory like an etch a sketch we shake from memory and deny it ever happened. But us knows and us remembers everything, even the times we done that thing with the something we shouldn't have and trust me, us will remember what I'm talking about, even if you or I don't! 😊
We would instantly know that at best, we are going to be one one (something that rhymes with fairy past) ride on a belter skelter that will only scare us more when we realise that there are no breaks and we are going to splat ourselves into the burning sulphur pits of a hell we never knew existed or even believed in much, until we're strapped in and buckled up on that final judgement call to hell.
And yes, the bits that said (something that rhymes with) are my own feeble attempts to prove I have seen the light, in the hope that somehow giving up swearing will somehow save my (something that rhymes with gorry grass) 😊

[Vol]

Lorry,
Socrates said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." There is a great amount of wastage out there, don't you think? On the other hand, there IS beer, and sometimes when we drink enough, we cry. There is nothing about divine judgment here... we do not need a Satan to be evil, nor do we need God to be good.

[Lorry]

Ah beer! I remember that, before the doc added it to my banned list, along with everything else carbonated, as it messes with my gut. But on the plus side, I'm now allowed coffee again, seeing as my blood pressure has reduced so much...Yay!
What I really think I need to cut out is doctors and just enjoy life until the inevitable end.
That soccertease was onto something I reckon. Clever fella, but can't remember what team he played for

[Vol]

Hahaha! Or as the Hispanics say, Jajaja... or is that the Swedes? I have a good poet friend in Nashville who is also off beer because of carbon, the building block of life, but he gives the ole one-fingered salute while raising a glass of single malt. I think he playt off in Greece somewhere...

[Vol]

Hahaha! Or as the Hispanics say, Jajaja... or is that the Swedes? I have a good poet friend in Nashville who is also off beer because of carbon, the building block of life, but he gives the ole one-fingered salute while raising a glass of single malt. I think he playt off in Greece somewhere...