When it comes or so we're told, it will be like a  hundred million burning suns and what's the bet that all we'll get is a quick flash?

how very instamatic.

Shadows play tag across my eyes,
the little *****, can I catch them?
no
I ****** can't

it's my own fault,
the coming of age when
the voltage deteriorates,

( an interior deteriarator )
***
hook me up with a defibrillator
and shock me awake.

But
it's Friday
and things will be
because that's what things do,

the end may be nigh
but not until Monday.