Doomed (Quantum Writer’s Block 1.1)

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Slowly
the words slip out
slowly
painfully
like the first shit
after days of constipation

the world is doomed
I say
doomed for real

this is no
sandwich board prophecy
this is no
christian fire rhetoric

this is the sound
of a poet slowly dying
under the fist of age

when he dies
the world he sees drains
down the ceramic bowl
he used to call his mind

the sound of the flush
apocalyptic
earth shuddering
one massive tremble
to the bitter end

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