i couldn’t tell you why the lights went out

leaving fruities and pips arcing

like doomed mobius strips above us

now the moths have nothing to fly to

so they turn on each other with pick and pistol

as the listless p-a-r-a-d-i-d-d-l-e that was my heartbeat

rose to a cacophony, the hollow-boned clouds fell to the ground

millions of tonnes of dense, unforgiving greyness licked our ankles.

 

and one day I will unpack this memory

brush off the dust of years alone

turn it in my hands as one would turn a precious thing

and remember your words

wow man

the sky is falling

and i just don’t care.