Life pretty much sucks for me right now.
My mom died.
Suffered a stroke.
Was placed on life support.
Hospital told younger brother and me to pull the plug.
Said mom was not coming back.
Family members begged brother and me not to pull the plug.
Mom’s nurse friend visited her.
Nurse friend later phone-called me.
Said my mom wasn’t there anymore.
Nurse friend also told me to pull the plug.
Brother and I talked to a doctor one more time.
Actually, a brain surgeon.
Said the same thing.
Mom was brain-dead.
She wasn’t coming back.
Finally, brother and I handed hospital permission to pull the plug.
Another tragic thing happened.
Favorite musician rode his Little Red Corvette up to Purple Heaven.
Talking about Prince.
Doves cried the day he died…including me.
My mom was the first introducing the household to Prince’s music.
Both my mom and favorite musician died the same year.
Ain’t that some shit?
A double whammy.
Bad stuff doesn’t end there, either.
Car I’m driving may conk out at any time.
Transmission keeps slipping.
Also, I eventually will be booted from the house I live in.
Not enough money to continue paying the mortgage my mom left.
Last of all, still living in damned near poverty.
Might as well enjoy my camera…and the booze.
Poem and photo are from the book Three Orlando Nightspots. For a copy, you can order here.