The idea isn’t entirely fanciful:
as the tundra warms,
and my heart burns...
this is extinction.
We are in it,
I the stupid poet,
she the cute
yet confused actress.
She sacrafices dignity
and I sacrificed nada
for a blow job
in a bar bathroom.
Because life is short
And love doesn’t exist,
So why not just go for it,
Sex in public, primal.
I stayed at her place,
Woke up late
As the world was dying
And I debate trying.
We eat, we drink,
we fuck, we forget,
we hopefully wake
to regret another day.