And I can’t help

     But wonder if it’s all worthless,

But then I remember that it can be priceless

                   Too

As people die

    While we fly across monkey bars

And get lost in a land of dungeons and dragons

With beautiful guitars

          And deceivingly yellow grapefruits.

He has a rockstar haircut,

           Jagged and smooth like his life.

And the sun shines on her like it always does,

  And the other rolls tobacco into yellow cloth

            And hangs them together

      (the wrong way, she says).

And I can’t but wonder if anything matters,

           Especially in the end.

 

10 February 2004