end tomorrow,
I would spit out the wad
stuck in my throat
to scream my guts out.
I would climb a mountain,
walk into a forest,
throw myself off a plane
and dive into the deep
sea just to hear how
silence would sound.
Maybe I would call
you too and as a
final act of love I might
rip my heart out to
place it at your feet to
sing blasphemous
confessions.
This life stuck in
the nose that I can't
sneeze out-
I need a new hammer
to break it open.
I gotta run, jump, fall
to jolt me awake to
a radical change..
So lemme reiterate.
If the world doesn’t
end tomorrow,
I would begin again.
properly start the life
I keep postponing.
But aghast!
it always seems
it'll end tomorrow,
or next hour,
or right now-
every breath feels
like a countdown.
always on my toes-
waiting for an apocalypse
that never arrives to
postpone a life
that never begins.