On the last day a homeless man offered a woman with a briefcase a lecture on living                                 & she listened & the man with a daisy applique on his t-shirt rested his leaf blower on a lawn                                                                 look up no one is ready to call it a day they are waiting for the end of ends the prepper plans for it, betting against his own odds plastic cups, gasoline, Spam a wind-up radio at the end of the world easier to go nowhere fast than use a map hell will be high water all of the talk of souls is million-year-old fish shit  and polypropylene microparticles blended on a single ocean floor confusing biologists in ca. 2800 not even a fossil to give what happened here a shape
