ONE SENTENCE SAYS IT ALL

When the world is through and me and you and all the neighbors we once knew who knew us too have nothing left to do we'll rest and rot in a parking lot once filled with cars beneath the stars that still are there which, like we bodies down below, have no place left to go so will go nowhere and will comb our hair and shine our shoes and shave if we choose aware we have nothing left to lose except the booze we used to use to cheer us up when we were sad and sometimes make us sad or glad even though we knew it was true that in the end we all would descend into the abyss of nothingness an d eve n less and leave this distressful mess to the bugs and bees and chickadees and all the rivers and the seas and breeze and trees and flowers and waking hours and luxuries all the joys of girls and boys and toys to fill our lonely days as we grew old and knew when we were gone we'd never live again. Amen.