Eulogy for the Absurd by Anthony Chalk

 

My thoughts and friends

were out to lunch

 

but not enough

like Burroughs at a keyboard

 

I believed I had the taste

for self-inflicted gun metal

 

and I thought I hit my mark

 

but it was starter pistol aim

so I never missed

 

nor was I ever out of breath

or blown away.

 

 

 


Anthony Chalk – He is but a fool. Not always a talkative one.