Stoned and Shingrix Dinged

Brian Lux

Stoned and Shingrix dinged

I wonder if I have what it takes

To make the final grade before the last glide down?


The cat hears my thoughts and

Scatters herself down the hall

Claws clicking to beat all hell.


My readiness dulls the roars

That hide behind my walls

But I still hear them anyway.


Stocked and boxed and shut tight

Alone for a fortnight

I shiver awhile and then I don't.


Count now every day

But focus on what stands

Because for now, everything stays.


The notes of the last song still ring

While my ears ring in pitch and rhyme.

This may be the last one, the final big note.


But it doesn't have to stop now

Because there's always time

For one more song.




Brian Lux is a writer living in California.

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