here I am
taking the last lonely rainbow
out of town
old and dirty
losing its color
shades of gray

but still good
still good
serviceable enough
for bones like me
barely held together
by stubbornness and duct tape
a thin tenacious layer of skin
a soft soul held inside

and outside
a sliver coin
I hold for the conductor
who I call 'Charon'
and never laughs at my jokes
but sips my brandy
and smiles inwardly

I tap my foot
reeling jigs
campfire songs
playing in my mind
reminding me of

nothing at all

and so it goes
on this gray rainbow
ghosts and ghouls and me
eyes strictly ahead
leaving nothing behind
and going nowhere