Trilogies

Trilogies;

All things come in threes.

Sometimes good things

Sometimes not.

Holy food trilogy

Perfect green

Cilantro avocado lime

Gas station taco rock my world.

Celebrity deaths

They always always

Except sometimes

You gotta look up some sort of barely

To make it work.

That weatherman in Ohio

back in the eighties,

he just died.

Dang, son! 

That make three.

Then I thought

Eyes just come in twos

They piped up on that third eye.

All seeing.

Maybe, I said

To be agreeable.

I’d rather have a taco

Than a celebrity

Unless it your momma

Then I’ll eat some cheetopuffs

And tell you how

with my mind eye

So your momma can live.

Trilogies.