If we’re talking about entropy
the end times
nada y pues nada
then let’s go out like we lived.
Let the lawns yellow and brown.
Let the neighbors talk.
Let all pretense of respectability
slip into arguments about celebrities.
I like all the disaster movies
that show me our cities in ruins.
I like all the ruins on exhibit
that show me I have survived.
The end of the world
should have a cool soundtrack.
Can we record the cicadas
and amplify their song?
Can we listen hard this time
and learn something real?
Can this time be the last time
or is it always, forever?
