Next time the world ends, it won't be so bad

Laughing is good

Smiling is ok

OK

I woke up from a dream about how Mt. Dewmsday

looms way above eye level. And what can

you say?

I'm going to turn into a stoner and I'm going to die.

Not that I foresee either of these things actually happening.

In my dream, swine flew like vultures,

pink encircling pale blue, feathered with clouds.

Impossibly beautiful,

the colors made me think of

female and male babies.

And my stoner eyes

without the pupils.

So I set to staring at them.

And bet that scaring me

was all they needed to do

to make me feel

dead.

As an empty bag of shit.

So I quit paying attention,

giving guilt the shoulder like ice,

and started feeling ok.

Looks like yer in paradise,

smell its bouquet.

Its piss-colored

citrus flavor

dooms you

to stay awake.

Smiling til you feel good

then laughing the gloom away.