by the way, the world is about to end

as i stand

at the window,

sipping on a cold bottle

of coca cola,

a pretzel

in hand,

i see off in the short

distance

where

the White House is,

and see

the beautiful bloom

of a mushroom.

cloud.

and in the roar

of wind,

i turn

to my wife,

and say, i love you

dear.

and by the way, the world

is about to end.