Pause Hit

On the last evening of the news,
There was a screen of violence,

Not especially violent
Violence, just some nastiness,

And then, at last, the screen went blank.
There will be more to see. Not now.

Nope. Get that bloody cup away
From me. Later, you can kill me.

Later, you’ll be sure to kill me,
You or somebody or something.

I’m heading into the country
Where apocalypse can’t scare me

When it’s not staring straight at me,
Which, eventually, it will be.

For now, I’ll take life and dying
Like any good escapist would,

The way it’s always happening
In tangled banks of crooked trees,

Where hungry things eat hungrily,
What you might call reality.