here’s how I see it

another poem of gloom, doom, and inevitability

brought to you by the guy who penned other poems along the same lines.

I’m on my death bed

inside the death chamber

with the stench of death

(which smells like an overdose

of "Febreze" Linen Fresh Odor Eliminator")

wafting into the nostrils

of those in attendance, with

old man death holding his time-

worn instrument at the ready 

sneering as a conqueror sneers,––

like Napoleon before his fall

at Waterville, or Water View Heights,

or whatever it was,––

or the sneering guy holding a Queen-

High Straight before a Jack-

High Flush hits the table

shitting on his puny Queen High Straight,

or the incomparable Maria Bento Bienvenido

playing me for a sucker after I shelled-out

nearly six bucks at "Nick's Coney Island"

then drove her around town in a vain attempt in my oldman’s

lightly used 1955 Pontiac Chieftain for chrissakes !

and that’s how I see it.