Today,
I realise it’s almost 2010.
Isn’t the world supposed to end in two years?
I wonder if it will end like fireworks-
Bright displays of sparkling colour,
Champagne bottles popping and a
slightly roasted smell of barbeque

Maybe that’s what it’s like to have a star explode,
one second of freakish silence
and then a flashy display of colour,
just enough to roar like thunder
through the rocky mountains of
outer space.

Today,
I want to talk,
spill my guts out to anyone who’ll listen.
talk and talk and talk and talk.
But suddenly there’s no one around
and I’m soaring into the ozone
three
two
one
…