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.