May 5, 2024
Poetry
Cosmic Joke, Key
Artwork by DALL·E
Cosmic Joke I’m dying. screamed out into windowless night before being coaxed back to a confused bed. cancer. I’m dying. mentioned in passing by a 92-year-old whose garden we toiled. cancer. and each time we crossed paths would chuckle. like a Holy man. holding the secret of the universe. like it’s one big joke. Key Three pronged Nailed In my hand Opens Love’s Many rooms