World Falling Apart

I see a montage of my world falling apart.

An earthquake rumbles in the sky—buildings crash

in an avalanche of crushed skulls.

It’s a quagmire of Houdini-like deception—

shocked faces peer out of falling windows

at the sight of embezzled money floating down.

My eyes roll around, turning inside out in pinball gyrations.

Antelopes roam across clouds, nuzzling each other nose to nose.

Able-bodied men lower women and children into lifeboats.

A fog horn blares as a ship sinks into the sea.

Galaxies clash, lightning cracks yellow-green over a black sky.

Kamikaze pilots plot peace—diving down for breathable air

and drinkable water to a place where there’s a there

as real as the love of an infant’s first smile.