when the stage is empty…

soon
i’ll walk
onto
an emptied
stage
all
the props
of
life
will be gone
all
that will remain
is
my final
fool’s soliloquy
before
the house lights
fade
to
the black
void
my final line
death
renders
us all
fools

omg rejection letter…

we regret
to inform you
that your application
for sainthood
has been
denied
please note
this is
no reflection
upon what you’ve been
saying
but
praying for
the poor
the homeless
peace
et cetera
is not
the same as
doing
something
for those individuals
or
areas of concern
your wishful prayers
are indeed
characteristic of
an
admirable personality
and
we appreciate
your frequent
and
considerable
soliloquies with us
but
we’re
rather filled up
with folks
with
good
intentions

soliloquy sunset…

copyright cwmartin 2011

you sit
patiently waiting
for your future
after another
aborted attempt
at happiness
conversing
again
with your old friend
jack daniels
over a full ashtray
relating specific details
of what you
consider all
the attributes of
a perfect person
for you
but once again
as the sun sets
you’ll sit cross-legged
on the floor
repeating your mantra
that love
through the years
flows like a winding river
through a canyon of dreams
but in your case
a valley
full of
nightmares