At My Desk

Post apocalyptic cataleptic 

frozen by the age I am

the time I’m in

on a cusp of switcheroo...

my desk looks like a battlefield.

I’m a casualty of a causality

I never saw coming, still invisible

to most people, but inevitable,

like when water recedes

before a tsunami catastrophe.

Might as well be sitting at a cafe

in Nagasaki that morning

when everything changed

without warning.

The day Kennedy was shot, 

the world felt it.

Today, everyone going crazy

in anticipation of…who knows what…

but knows something just ain’t right.

Anticipation of shoe fall;

size: infinity.