I wrote the poem “Armageddon Blues,” which was published in Salamander Poetry Journal in Winter 2018-2019. It doesn’t seem to have lost its relevance! The enduring question: Is there time to slice the cucumber?
If my nerves were sturdier,
if I could let your apocalypse talk
roll off my back,
if my favorite nightcap were plunging off a cliff
and being pulled back,
if I didn’t like to kick off my boots
and the Ultimate Fight weren’t your morning caffeine,
if you didn’t love to troll and tease me,
if I didn’t ask, for the sake of beauty and continuity,
Is there time to slice the cucumber,
we might roll together in bellylaugh when you predict, They’ll
just take out New York.