“Apocalypse Now: Ode #97”

the Apocalypse came and went yesterday

         we wait in patience for the milkman to come

with a bottle cold and fresh

         foam on top : wonder if it would be too early to guzzle

a bartender’s bottle of tequila, wrap wanting lips around the nozzle

         and tip burn into oblivion

why should we still be here waiting waiting w a

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         the Apocalypse came already it is here and it is went

dry hump the velvet throw pillows, chug hand sanitizer by the bottle

         we have never found ourselves further from love

maybe we should astral project while we fuck

         oblivion has never been so close 

but still the Apocalypse came and went and it is always here always happening

         and what the fuck did Jesus die for if

this is what is left for us : Canada geese flock formation

         flying south isn’t an option anymore, the summer is everywhere

and the plastics are giving us cancer but it’s okay

         we drop to our knees in front of MTV reruns and

get a little high watching Daria at full volume

         it’s okay, supplication is free now didn’t you know that?

the Apocalypse is never ending, it’s neverending, its never fucking ending

         and we’re so okay with it we’re frothing at the mouths

but also it came and it went and it is over but it is in our brains

         it’s okay, it’s all so okay, let us throw our arms up like the

televangelists do in churchTV, let us let us let us

         praise and strike awe at the mutilation of the world

and today the Apocalypse came and it went and it kissed me on the lips

         and whispered stone words that dropped in my stomach and sprouted

wings : that is what the flock gave me : wings : trapped inside being dissolved by stomach

         acid : wings feathery and flight : like Canada geese who don’t

need to leave for winter because summer is always the cold doesn’t matter anymore

         maybe Canada geese would really like Frozen

maybe Canada geese would be a lot less hostile is someone sat them in front of

         a TV and made them sit through hours of wintry joy

we did that once, and followed it quickly with a Twilight marathon while we

         cut up the Doordash driver and sucked his bones clean

and the Apocalypse was invited but of course it never came

         and we still throw our hands up in the air like the guy with the West Texas accent

and we stay on our knees in front of the TV and we praise and strike awe

         because look at the mutilation of the world isn’t it gorgeous isn’t it gorgeous isn’t it