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End Times
We say it where I’m from,
to mean: what’s fucked up is by design,
God gives
signs, pay
attention to numerology.
Five-hundred-year hurricanes
so often now birds
have learned to thrive
by flying in the eye
of storms and in the face
of such low,
low Black Friday
rollback prices
like these, Lord
it must be
a sign of the end of times.
Curses are breaking;
geniuses are living
past 27; they have stickers on avocados
now that let you know when they’re ripe.
It means the Cubs have won
the pennant.
We’re running low on fuel
at the pump but thank God
a triceratops was here
and now my champagne
’96 Nissan Maxima has gasoline
for Taco Tuesday.
A total solar eclipse
is only visible from Earth.
This is a miracle. There are fountains
now that give you every kind of soda.
Excess carbon emissions
will ruin a good sweet tea,
like too much sugar.
It means you can still light
faucet taps of homes on fire
in parts of Kentucky. 