typewriter

There is a typewriter at the end of the world

it is for those who have avoided the falling meteors, the earthquakes, the flood, the biogas.

There is a typewriter at the end of the world and you have no control over who finds what you write

it could be someone you love, someone you hate, someone you never met in life

but they find what you write, and they love you for a moment for your strangeness, your humanness, and your flaws,

so what do you write?

There is a typewriter at the end of the world

who do I write for?

How do you use a typewriter? How do you fix the paper in it?

Hey Siri, how do you use a typewriter?

Oh yeah, Siri’s dead

Despite the smoke and the gas that chokes, I have to learn this new old thing

a typewriter!

If I knew yesterday the world was ending

I’d have gotten a plane, a train, a bus, to spend my last moments with you, but alas I didn’t know, now it’s time to go,

life was too short to say it

death is too long to hold it in!

I spent years forgetting

but as the sky falls I must recall it all.

You waited for me

I wore my wellies on a too hot day

did we go to golf? Did I become your wife?

The fragments of my life

you laughed I cried

the ferris wheel never turned

I should have listened to the ferris wheel

but I was the sea glass and you were Poseidon

you eroded my edges

were we not wedded?

Have I got it all wrong at the end of all things?

There is a typewriter

I am a type of writer

Take a breath, of non-toxic air, (I hope)