Saturday, April 14, 2012


The day of my dentist appointment
when I anticipate the world ending
with the annunciation—the enamel
eroded off your front teeth.

The day the Atomic Clock springs ahead,
counting off one minute closer to midnight ,
one minute closer to catastrophic destruction.

The day I hear the four horsemen
riding through town, I'll know
it's time to relocate.

Poetic asides


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