The End is Near! I’ve seen the signs
held high and proud on street corners,
as billboards shrinking to fill
the frame of my rearview mirror
while cruising these parted seas—
cornfields stretched across summer,
to the crooked edges of Ohio.
It’s been coming for years,
I chuckle, tuning the radio to a sound
more my speed—a sad story
bouncing away to a bright melody.
A distraction, a deception, sure,
but a fine way to pass the time
between all my good intentions
on the road to hell and back.