overheard someone quietly frightened

by the stupid fucking Mayan calendar

ending, someone sold the “apocalypse”

shit,

hook

line &

sinker,

who still eats it up, eats it up, eats it up,

regardless of how many scientists you

throw in their face,

regardless of how many ways one might,

to a point of immeasurable exhaustion,

try & dig out all the horrid christian bullshit

which has been piled on them during their

lifetime,

like sandbags in a war that never existed to begin

with

&

when s/he was nervously talking about it on

this one particular day,

s/he misspoke, calling it the “mime apocalypse,”

wherein, my own mind conjured up something

much more entertaining,

an “apocalypse” which would really
go out with a whimper,

rather than a bang,

like a needle dropped from the tallest skyscraper

& then

subsequently

echoing on the

pavement below,

to drown out even the faintest of whispers,

as the mimes

invading the world by the billions,

came falling themselves

as mime paratroopers

to climb invisible walls,

pull invisible ropes,

shoot invisible guns &

juggle invisible

grenades,

pushing the lot of us to a truly blissful

point of absurdity.