A Dead End Hedonistic Septuagenarian Foresees His Death

for Chuck Sullivan

The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind.

I know I shall meet my fate one day,
while crossing Second Street East,
neglecting to look both ways . . .

A MAGA JACKED UP PICKUP TRUCK

. . . not with a bang, but with a whoomph,
and a thud, and with something louder than a whimper.