Last Call Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

All my heroes are on the run,
dead,
in prison,
or under glass
in museum halls.
That's why
I'm startin' brush fires
on the Sun.
Pumpin' salty water
into the Sea.
Tossin' boulders
onto mountain tops.
Because without you,
there's nothin' for me..
Folks still say
I'm a darn fool
for still believing
since you up and left me last Fall
If it weren't for these guns
this sleepy bag bed
and last call,
I'd have nothin'
no nothin'
at all..

I once thought your love
it was nothin'
But, now I burn
for more of your nothin' at all.
That's why I've been spittin' lava
into volcanoes.
Makin' ice cubes
at the North Pole.
I've told you once, twice,
a thousand times more,
Since, you've been gone
I almost have nothin'
having up and left me and all.
If it weren't for these guns
this sleepy hag's head,
and last call.
I'd have nothin'
no nothin'
flat nothin'
at all.

Buddy Bee Anthony

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Re-edited 10/15/2025 @ 5: 02 PM Pacific Time.