Every good story must come to an end,
but if it’s just that good..
Sometimes it gets a sequel.
Sometimes it flops.
Sometimes it is an equal.
More rarely still,
sometimes it takes what’s best..
Cuts off the fat..
the fluff..
all of the rest…
And delivers us the essence
of all the sweetest,
spiciest bits..
None of the filler..
Only the part..
That hits.

So long as what it hits
is not a dead equine.
So long as words I write
are not cheap portage..
But a fine and vintage wine.
Alas, for my two favorites
The Ocean and The Sun..
It seems that once again
we’ve reached the end of the line.
There’s no more fresh gunpowder
loaded in the musket
of this trigger happy son of a gun.
My poems got me
right exactly where I wanted..
Which is nowhere! But I had my fun.
I loved the both of you so dearly..
But alas, it’s over..
though we had a good run.

There are many beauties in this world..
Yay, there are many truths..
For now, I lie in wait.. in wait for what?
You know it.. for another muse.