30 in 30 2016: #3 When the world ends I’ll treat you like a Queen

When the world ends I’ll treat you like a Queen

In the uneventful end of the world,

everything will fall apart around us.

We were not made for this.

No one was made for this.

We have so much potential

that we have been afraid

to let reality infect.

But we’ve prepared for this

by scraping by on

the meat of our bellies

At the end, we’ve made it,

We will get through it,

and we can point out the houses

we’ve dreamed of raising a tomorrow in.

If the world suddenly decides

it’s got a place in it’s heart for long shots

before everything falls apart,

then I’ll be first in line for our share

of the universe’s cosmic karma,

creating balance for all the shit it shoveled.  

One way or another there is a future

for us where we’re relaxing in a

living room with a wide open view of the Pacific.

There is a time when we stroll

through the aisles of grocery stores

getting whatever we can carry

instead of only what we can afford.

I swear that I see an approaching horizon

with our silhouettes laughing with each other

even if the sky burns down around us.