now that I'm up and

I've found my diverse and sundry misgivings
coalesced into one distinct dread:


scares the
out of me

If I can be done with a poem
who is to say that I can't be done with?

and though I still may be abandoned
clutching incomplete couplets to my
at least I won't be alone

no need for
we interrupt this broadcast for breaking news-in-progress
or mystery novels with the endings torn
these omissions ensure
I will always have a familiar
to return to

yet even though I don't have the
to put an end to this
I won't be spiteful

everyone, person and poem
deserves a final

perhaps someone more
than I
would like to have
the last