JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Today the Mayan calendar

written millenniums ago tells us

world’s end has arrived

 

Faithful student of ancient wisdom

I rise early there is much to do

those beets that I cooked last night

must be grated flavored with vinegar

and sugar topped with sour cream

 

There’s nothing like a glass of borscht

for facing annihilation

 

That novel I’ve been intending to complete

still halted at page five

perhaps I should invent some clever ending

turn it into a short story

 

The dog needs to be walked

his bladder’s bursting

and that red pen fallen from my desk

under a chest of drawers six months ago

I really should retrieve it

red ink is unequaled

at dealing with predictions

 

My task list tells me

that my subscription to the Daily News

is expiring and needs to be renewed

 

God bless the Mayans

there’s nothing like world’s end

to contend with procrastination

 

Let’s have it every year