THE STARS RUN THEIR COURSE

d'Verse Poets Pub--https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/

a beggar-king
at Burger King
asking for The Impossible

now I'm a SpongeBob diver
beneath the 12 mile reef

a broken lance
torn underpants
it undermines
all my carefully curated bravado

so many lifetimes

you think Bigfoot
is concerned about 
his carbon footprint?

and the case against
having anything
is that you've so much
to lose
(I'll send obligatory
condolences
or maybe congratulations)

but anytime you switch on
the radio
and Steely Dan
comes wafting
(like those Santa Ana winds)
you're ahead of the game

the bathroom down the hall
always has somebody in there
beneath the hand-scrawled sign
that says 
Please take a seat

you can
of course
always hang it out the window
unless it faces the street

let the stars run their course
it all makes sense 
in mysterious ways

one day your writings
will be all that's left of you