11 April 2010

The Last Poem

The last poem I ever write
may be in my head
on my way to dead.
I hope it’s a funny one
without any ants.

The Last Ant

There will never be one.
Not ever.

Last Sane Thought

I imagine my trail toward insanity
littered with ants crawling
in through my nose
tunneling gray matter
feasting trails in my brain.

A single ant exits across my eyeball
I hold completely still and watch it
cover my world.

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