If We Ever Break Up
Thunder and lightning at first,
as I understand it,
and then the moon will split
in half and disappear
and the stars will go dark
and the sun will come up
and explode in the sky,
another Hiroshima.
Hurricanes and tornadoes
will savage the land.
Sickles and scythes
will harvest the people,
throw some in the air
shouting Alleluia,
toss others aside
shrieking and cursing.
Silence will boom
as the credits roll.
Bugs Bunny, the sage,
will have the last word:
"That's all, folks!"
Unrequited Love
On their 50th anniversary
Sammy gave Dolly a necklace
and told his darling wife that
if they lived long enough
one of them would wake
to find the other one had died.
"That's life," said Sammy.
And so it came to pass
Dolly rose one day
and found old Sammy
on the bathroom floor,
face blue, body cold,
arms outstretched,
an old man crucified.
This wasn't the first time
in 50 years Sammy had
ruined Dolly's day but now
free of fear, Dolly spoke:
"I never thought you'd die.
I'll have your ashes in an urn
and under dirt by end of day."
A Touch of Alzheimer's
Wherever I go,
there I am
but if I'm not there
my wife is,
her eyes smiling.
It's been that way
for fifty years.
Not much more
to say except
whenever I go
some place
and discover
she's not there,
then I'm not
there either
even though
neighbors tell her
they saw me there
so I ask them what's
the difference between
flotsam and jetsam.
They have no answer.
Why in their world
worry about me.
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.
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