The Greatest Apocalypse Could Happen to You

 

 

Ask not what your country can’t do for you

 

Maybe I could love you with unwashed hands

 

Everyone eats soup / “It’s looking like a limb torn off

 

Wear underpants like the kid in Home Alone

 

I’m licking her armpit in the nightmare factory

 

Hello darkness my old twitter follower

 

How did they survive my head bound to the stifling Earth

 

Polish vodka a monster of time & pity

 

We need a French Revolution

 

It’s 00/00/00 on 00/00/00

 

Circle how you feel about reading 

 

And understanding poetry / I saw

 

Kurt Cobain trending I hope he’s OK

 

Covet thy neighbor’s ass out the window

 

It’s even more beautiful than I remembered

 

The TV a metaphor for Vermeer’s painting

 

The policeman sitting on top of the world

 

He will cut off the chariot lit only by a 

 

St. Jude candle if you play our song

 

Feelings of isolation / mood swings

 

Resentment of people around you

 

Prone to irrational outbursts

 

I’ve apparently had cabin fever since I was 12

 

As you Timothée Chalamet Saoirse Ronan can play me

 

In maybe the last poem I will ever write

 

“No one is ever going to love you more than I do

 

Jim Behrle is a poet.

The Abandoned Playground is curated by Daniele Pantano.

Lincoln  •  Langenthal 

ISSN 2633-0725

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