Hugh Fox

Hugh Fox just hit 74, has some 80 books published, mostly poetry, 25 novels still on the shelves. His latest books are The Home of the Gods (Galde Press), The Book of Ancient Revelations (EcceNova) and Time (Presa Press). Check him out on InternetSearch.

LAST LINES

1.

I'm in this crappy one-room apartment in

downtown Brooklyn, just above the subway,

cane and hearing-aid, pain in all my joints and

back every time I move, just enough money for

pizza and a banana and milk at night to help

me sleep (which it doesn't do), 92, one year older

than my Czech grandmother when she died, can't

remember the names of things like Viagra (although

I haven't had any sex -- cancer, down there -- for

twenty years), or Ann Bancroft (The Graduate),

wife dead, kids in California, Hawaii, London,

not that they're talking to me (much) anyhow,

OK, I'm not gonna insecticide myself to death

but still wanna (bodily)escape from the pain,

call it Death if you want..

2.

Versus (the truth)

She's 57 but there's a photo of her at fourteen over

the fireplace and she looks pretty much the

same now, surrounded by forest, our massive concrete

block house, wild turkeys and the deer who come to graze

in our backyard, her a hundred and fifty thousand a year,

me, what's the difference, Chris, our twenty-five year

old movie madman on the first floor, the coldest night

of the year, et alors ? Two months to April, it's hardest

to let go (4 days to 74) when you have it all....and then

some.