Did you think the world would end?
I’m regretting that I ended up in here;
can’t read or write or draw.
Yesterday (it feels like yesterday)
I detected a 6% chance of oblivion
coming on, like a light precipitation
stalled by the height of the clouds.
Were it to have more gravity,
a poor excuse for brevity,
I do genuinely feel like the world
would have stood a chance to–at least–
become toast, a crispy roach’s paradise.
But as it stands now, every day
of our consumption
is another plastic nail
in the coffin of our lovely carelessness.
I really wish I could use my arms.
WHARVED 