I think the world is ending
and I really wish I didn’t.
There’s a rat under the floorboards
and a knife inside the kitchen,
and in the alley by the bins
a man there pisses.
The streets all smell of urine,
and bullshit indecision
has us riddled
in the middle
of our end and our beginning.
In the town a politician
with a jet black tongue
licks the seal on our decisions
without every truly listening
to anyone.