this is the way the world ends.
me in tears & you wiping the snot on your sleeve.
it isn’t the look we’re going for but it’s hard core when we’re doomed
i tells ya.
not now but soon. it’s inauspicious when sparrows flip their wings
& sing, out like it’s dawn. soon the horns
cut the air & business booms. it’s queer how i don’t care if u die
when i don’t know yr name & how we’re related.
if i kneel it’s because i give up – a reverence: i accept:
why should not wasps,
say, suck the goodness from my vines;
a cockroach, symbol of my destitution, walk for no reason.
there’s something in it, otherwise it’s madness.