November 9th, 2016by Robert Booras
On the first day of the end of the world, all the journalists ate their words and bit their tongues. Then they created new lies which they prefaced with “As I have said all along…”
On the second day of the end of the world, all the women woke up nauseous, pregnant with the idea they carried a demon in their belly. That somehow they were to blame.
On the third day of the end of the world, non-educated white male voters passed into unconsciousness after two days of straight drinking and grabbing their crotches in salute to each other.
On the fourth day of the end of the world, the adults disappeared. The children were left alone with their tablets and phones. They texted, Mom? Dad? But received no reply.
On the fifth day of the end of the world, a demon god emerged from the sun and eulogized the missing parents while he levitated over the inner cities.
On the sixth day of the end of the world, those same journalists, all the women, non-educated white male voters, the children with their tablets, and some of the missing parents, were rounded up for the inauguration of the demon god from the sun.
On the seventh day of the end of the world, the sun did not come up. Or if it did, no one could see it because of a giant wall. The demon god from the sun had in fact managed to build a giant wall. One that blocked out the sun.
ROBERT BOORAS is co-founder/co-director of UpSet Press. He is author of The New Night of Always (2016). He resides in Brooklyn.