last thoughts on the last night of the year about last things after I’m gone

will anyone scour my devices, drives and clouds

            discovering convoluted stories,

            half-assed poems and sparse excuses for books

            as well as angsty ramblings certain to be

            confusing to some and offensive to others

will people still watch Law & Order SUV

                        saying haven’t we seen this before

only to realize the answer is “sort of,“

but, hey, there are new cast members

so it changes the story, “sort of”

will anyone remember one-eight-oh-one-oh

my childhood home with memories

peacefully soul-warming and fearfully terrorizing

depending how and when you tell the story,

but always home, my home

who will continue to make corny jokes

about the Mariners winning a World Series,

hell just getting there might help generations

of Northwesterners

get a little of that long sought after rest on the other side

who will sustain

my grudges, petty though they may be, and the list

of those, who according to my standards,

have forfeited any substantive right to grace in this

world or the next

            who will find the shoes, still in the box, on the upper shelf

in my bedroom closet

and will they

know that such stockpiling

is a direct link from me to my Dad

will “my” saved money

fund the disposal of my (precious) remains or will Connie

finally take the kids and grandkids on that trip to Disneyland

all because I never took the trips

that I long dreamed of and (only) planned for