There’s some sort of doom
Heading this way.
I see it coming,
Graceful and
Unaware of its own impending
Chaos.
Something sits in my stomach
Heavy and
Patient, like that feeling
You get on a roller coaster
When the big metal beast
Keeps crawling up and up
And up.
I’ve never liked
Roller coasters.
They’re too much like
Real-life
To be an
Escape.


















