GOD’S LAST WORDS TO THE STARS
June 12, 2009
Coming home from beer with a beer
I hear the brain cells popping off
one by one like firecrackers
The stars going out one by one
leaving the sky black
God sweeping the last stars
under the celestial rug
Muttering not Good riddance
to bright rubbish but (more kindly)
Out of sight out of mind
Another poem from the Songbook.
