The Day the World Ends
I am not typically a fan of poems but I do appreciate someone who writes poetry. I mean true poetry without having to make sure that every line rhymes. The poems in this book range from the really short to the long like: Self-Assessment In his heart a young fighter expects no defeats, Every ham can play Hamlet, all poets are Keats And all women are Garbo and men Cary Grant, Being each of us all his own best sycophant. The Day the World Ends The day the worlds ends There will be the sound of a long, whining fart And everyone on the street will stop And look at each other as if to say What The hell is that ---Til the sound is cut short by A thunderclap So loud that, Ears ringing, People will stagger about as if drunk, Hands clapped to heads, Eyes slit, mouths O-shaped. And then the vibrating will start—but not last long, Because POOM! An outward blast will splinter the concrete And shoot everyone into the air like champagne co...