THE LAST DAYS

The Last Days of Johnny Carson

There was smoke and some laughter.

There was space for the hour glass.


The Last Days of John Wayne

He came a long way to find the saddle bags empty.

My last breath will be a horse,
a white horse, and cactus.


The Last Days of Bette Davis

Bees, there were lots of bees.

And they lit two cigarettes
one for the air and one for death.

But no one was there to see the canopy fall.


The Last Days of Billie Holiday

The blue was like breaking glass,
headlights – a rare variety of delphinium.

But all that mattered was the rising & falling of the rib cage
as sound became morning and mourning became sound.