The Way of the World
Look out the windows
what is seen?
low altitude clouds
tears on the evergreens
Apocalyptic messengers
being driven in some mini van
burning angels or wheeling devils
crisscrossing all over this land
Now the end of the world
has been slotted for the 21st this May
lawn chairs at the ready
camera poised and steady
Thinking about circumstances
never quite in a state of grace
home life completely dismal,
disgust scrawled across this face
Is this the way of the world?
Were the Mayans laughing at the end?
needing pills, alcoholic drinks
to numb the senses into complacency?
Still as I sit here
thinking too hard
staring into the yard
watching the exploding greenery
Why bother with another season?
what exactly is the reason?
Is this all just complete hype?
or is the time right to start again?
mathiasthom
written 5/3/11
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