Signifying nothing

I really don't know what happened Suddenly I get a phone call, a call In this day of text only messages That, of course, is a sign to answer But I was indisposed. You  can make Of that what you will; I will make  That of what I will. But I am Disconnected But this morning when I paid Attention Ron was dead Dead by his own hand It is not my place to judge Was my immediate thought And it isn't I don't understand How pain, in whatever Form Can drive someone to Kill          Themself But I burned my hand                              Badly     On Sunday              Searing, electrical                                   Pain If I had to live from                     ...

Reaching fifty eight And I know exactly Where everything  Goes I also know exatly Where everything doesn't Go It goes where to the World

 They fought They fought like  They fought like cats and Dogs (As my mother said) And now she is dead And now he is dead I really can imagine them  Fighting Forever Some ginormous ur  Fight Kind of like  Normal, Right?

I saw a lost dog this morning Cantering uneasily, its head Looking back and forward Trying to scan where it had Been towards where it was Going, not recognizing either Way I was walking too but knew  Where I was going: down the  Block from my house for  Exercise and back again; Down to the far corner Where three roads meet at Odd angles. There were no Cars on the roads,  and the Dog stuck to the sidewalk Still, I worried about him and Turned to watch him jog Down the block, and turned to Follow But the dog was faster than me, and I wasn't about to break Into a jog myself. I don't need That kind of exercise hammering My old knees and then he took A corner turn at the big maple, Gone from my view so I turned Around and continued on to Home.

I've told you about Paul My friend who died  Running across the  Street He was in the right By the way, the bus Had clearly stopped Flashing Lights, a clear warning The car sped through Though, killing Paul, Throwing him into the  Bus Masked, looking forward To a day full of fun and  Candy,  he crossed mask Down And then Paul Was dead just like  That The bus driver was Dean

 When I was six I couldn't tie my  Shoes No one had taught Me  See But Paul showed me How just loop this one Over that one and then Loop Paul was killed on Halloween Struck by a Neglectful  Driver Dead at six Wearing a  Mask