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a poem by James Babbs

The Last Days of May

it seems like it's been raining
40 days and 40 nights
I'm thinking about building an ark
gathering together
two of every kind
of alcoholic beverage I can find
then see how far I can get
I've been sleeping in the basement
where it's dark all the time
dreaming of the end to come
it's cool down there
and silent as a tomb
until I turn on the news
and hear the same things
over and over again
the return of summer
as the war rages all around us
an emptiness in my heart

© by James Babbs
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #30 ~ April 2014