Possibles; Dulcet Tones Reads A New Astronomy Book by Kenneth Pobo


POSSIBLES


Maybe I’ll die while listening to “Jive

Talkin’” by The Bee Gees, my disco feet

tripping me so that I fall down the stairs

and break my neck. Maybe the Dave Clark Five

comes on while I’m driving fast when a sheet

of rain blinds me. I crash and bleeding tears

in my skull make me “pass away.” The end

may come without song, just around the bend.


Or I may briefly run from the burning

house, death disappointed that I escaped.

The heart attack falls asleep on my bed.

Death zigzags, stays on the prowl, keeps turning

into something else, always changing shape

until it must find me--and I am dead.


DULCET TONES READS A NEW ASTRONOMY BOOK


The sun will

melt our history.

My days, fizz

of a just-poured

7-Up, my feelings

going flat.


Time

and space

will play ball,

darkness,


the only winner.


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