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Random Thoughts
by Joan SerratelliThe silence
in my home
is so loud
that I cannot sleep
My thoughts are random
Will I ever learn
to actually inhale
a cigarette?
Will I die
tomorrow?
If I do-
ponder this'
How do I know
that on 4/12/12
I will be found dead shortly
thereafter
It would be a clique
to meet your maker
on Friday 4/13/12
....
But somehow
I knew
HOW?
Well
you always say
bad things happen
on Friday the 13th
o on weekends
when drs aren't around
Well~
if I suddenly
stop posting
just remember
that somehow
I knew 04/12/2012
Author's Note: ?
Posted on 04/12/2012
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/13/12 at 01:02 AM Joan! That is spooky!I sure that doesn't happen! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/15/12 at 12:35 AM Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. Good one! Thanks. |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 04/15/12 at 03:22 AM Keep posting please! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/19/12 at 02:07 AM Great first stanza - nice bit of tension, a wide open venue for what might come next. This is a good combination of superstitious customs and humor. I like the direction your writing has taken. |
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