2012

I am looking forward to
Yellowstone lodge
Winding up on the moon
Tsunamis flooding corn fields
An entire planet turned inside out
Or at least a cult celebrating
Crystal therapy Tuesdays
Flying saucers in mossy skies
Bigfoot revealed
As Elvis unshaven
And the four syrups
Of the apocalypse
Slowly
Dripping over us

It will only happen
Once
So we might as well
Fertilize the hysteria
And hope
Come January
We are not overly
Disappointed
When we wake up
Throw on our costumes
And shuffle off to work
Like nothing happened