In the Depths

The Approach

No more day and night,
Just periods of light
And periods of darkness
And then, just darkness
As we hurtle through
The space-time continuum
Towards nowhere and nothing
With no time left
And no place to go.

The young bride has withered,
Weakened, sinking,
Sinking deep, her children weep,
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Perchance to dream... I asked her,
“Are you dreaming?”
“No.”
“Are you thinking?”
“No.”
“Just floating and drifting?”
“Yes.”

Hatching Schemes

He was killing time

waiting for it to be over
to just get through it

plowing through garbage
eating a jelly donut

day in, day out
hounding people
over meaningless bullshit

when the river reversed its flow