My Fifteen Minutes

Poets United is a wonderful site for everyone who enjoys reading or writing poetry.  Its community of contributors is so talented.

Unbelievably, Poets United has given me the great honor of interviewing me for their "Life of a Poet" series. (I still have to chuckle at that. Me, a poet!)

The interview was published today, and I'm still blushing a little.  I'm a talker, as many of you might have guessed  My dad used to tell me I'd been vaccinated with a phonograph needle. After reading my interview responses, I'm thinking he was right. Oh, boy, I talked. A lot.

Alas, there goes all the mystery...

Not That It Matters

Not that it matters, but…

Twenty-five is way too young to die,

And death is an awfully permanent way to

discover you aren’t immortal.

Not that it matters, but…

OK, so it wasn’t your fault. Still, if you’d looked

Around, you’d have seen thousands of giant raptors

Piloted by idiots, all blind to see you coming.

Not that it matters, but…

So sorry to tell you this, but that macho hunk

Of iron wedged between your legs didn’t do

One damn thing to make you seem like more of a man.

Not that it matters, but…

I think you died of poor judgment, posturing, a lack

Of true belief in yourself, and most of all, selfishness.

The moment of death was just a logical outcome.

Not that it matters, but…

I’m so angry at you. Your family weeps, their lives

Changed forever as yours crashed to an end.  

And I bet you never gave that a thought, did you?

Not that it matters, but…

If you weren’t dead, I’d want to hit you, scream at you,

Tell you to grow the fuck up. But that’s just me.

Not that any of it matters. You’re still just as dead.

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