The world is definitely ending
right after these ducks
land in the Swan River,
the really slow part
just before the dam.
The world is going to end
once I lace up my shoes
and once Charlton Heston dies, I swear
the world is going to end.
Let me finish spreading
Peanut butter on this toast
‘cause once it’s gone, it’s all gone.
Everything. Jelly. Justin Timberlake. Late night
infomercials for drunk naked girls.
The crusty stuff in your eyes
when you wake up. The great bird sun.
Drive-thrus. Credit cards. Toenail clippers.
Everything is going out the window,
even windows. The rug is getting pulled out
from under your rugs, an enormous serpent will
emerge to swallow us up, and you will be left
sitting there with kleenex in your lap
muttering something about a frozen pizza.
Haven’t you noticed the world is ending?
Clock out now. Grow a potato. Raise a cow.
Crawl into a hole somewhere and sleep out this winter.
Spring will devour itself into Summer,
Fall will fall upon us like skyscrapers
dominoing from Chicago to Tokyo.
The ocean erupts with itself.
Watch the whole mouse world
get slurpt into the snake’s mouth
over and over and
over again.
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