2012

Let's talk about it. People say that December 21, 2012 will be the death of us all. Their words never cease. Their mouths never shut. They repeat over and over again that we all are doomed. They say: All of the Earth's volcanoes will explode and melt our flesh clean off the bone, massive earthquakes will destroy all of our homes and history to a mere pile of rubble, and what is left will be washed away by monstrous tidal waves. After mother nature's wrath is complete and nothing remains, an asteroid, the size of the moon and thrown by God himself, will hit the Earth and eradicate what is left of our planet from the face of the Universe, as if we never existed. An even more dreadful fact, is that there's going to be a big blockbuster movie about this infamous date. Once this happens, 2012 will be believed by millions more that this will truly be the end of the world.
I would have to disagree with this claim and I have proof to back this up, although it's not much. For example: what happened with Y2K anyone? Or the thousands of other predictions that came and went with a gentle breeze? Come on, if 2012 really was the final year of our existence, then why in the fuckity fucking fuck are we still acting like a bunch of worthless buffoons? Shouldn't we be going absofuckinglutely insane? Shouldn't there be random, unpunished murders, psychotic animals on acid, and loose shit cutters out and about roaming the decomposing streets? Shouldn't we all be in sheer terror of the end? Shouldn't we be, at least, quitting our worthless jobs and experiencing and loving every last second of our undone lives? Shouldn't we? Anything? What strange turds we all are.
I have had dreams about the end of the world and I have even written some poetry about it based on those dreams. Maybe some of the lucky ones that have accepted this tragic end, will read this poem and get some inspiration. Maybe? I have many doubts and little evidence, but there is hope. We could still be the lucky generation that gets to see what so many others have missed. I am crossing my fingers for:

My Crowning Moment

Here it is,
at last,
a sight for aching eyes,
the end, the end of all things.

I stand up, embracing it.
I'm naked in my mother's bedroom,
but she has already met the end of her days.
I take a drink from the bottle and sigh.

My cock and me, both, walk and take a final glimpse of this wretched world.
The sky is radiant,
I have never seen it quite like this before,
I have never realized its true beauty,
the clouds of white perfection,
the birds that soar above like feathered angels,
the immaculate blue that reaches the heavens.
This unforgettable scene
I know
will soon be gone,
but nothing is wrong,
our fate is sealed.

Time to begin.

I casually make my way to the bed,
"Show me your asshole,"
I say with a grin.
I don't know who she is
or
how we met,
but none of this matters,
I don't think it ever has.
She bends over and puckers
her pleasant brown star in front of my face.
A bomb goes off.
I see it in the distance as perfect as the clouds,
a gigantic mushroom kissing the sky,
another beautiful sight before my aching eyes,
as I begin the rhythms of love,
in and out,
in and out.

The world continues to dissolve,
but love fills the air
at these final moments,
the last of my life,
something I have been waiting for,
for a long,
long time.