lost ago, along an ancient
time when man was just an image of an imagination,
breathing an empty idea, floating
as a bubble, waiting to be popped-

big bang.

creation seemed to float out of
the sea, grew legs, and began to
wander the earth in search of a
place to float, and rest its bones.

how did time begin, and who was
there to record the moment of the flash
when consciousness awoke, and whispered
into our dreams, “that nightmares aren’t worth living”?

it’s easy to get mad at all the logic,
keeping everything in check- all of the social
norms, and all the walls that people
have built up, while in the company of “friends”.

everyone forgot about the accident,
and started to believe that they belonged
here, and started calling buildings
homes, and other specimens one’s family.

but it was just a horrible accident that happened long ago.

a big bang, big bang, bang bang, bang bang, long
a big bang, big bang, bang bang, bang bang, long
a big bang, big bang, bang bang, bang bang, long


big bang theory.

big bang theory.

winter whispers why weeping widows wander
in somber states during her solstice.

and nature replies,
“tis gloomed and clouded days to blame,
which have a tendency to lead towards sleep.”

and night awakens to be reminded
that everyday looks just like last week.

winter wanders off,
“all life must die to be reborn,
the earth as well, needs her rest
but if all i get are tears,
wretched whimpers,
well then rename me, the solstice of sadness.”

winter wandered
off into the mountains past over zarathustra.
a flash of hot air covered
like a blanket
as cold escaped
like a final breath from the atmosphere.
oceans began to dry and much of the continents
were now mostly desert.

everyone, wondered where winter was?
the earth felt her pulse weaken,
a sigh of lament across the universe.

this is the way the world ends. this is the way
the world ends.
not with a bang. not with a bang,
but with a whimper for