Hank's End

 Hank's End

Today is the day,
the world's end predicted by
Hank Dingle Schrader

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Another Day

 Another Day

Is this from my stress?
Or am I fighting a bug?
Either way, I puke.

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Working until the End

Working until the End 

“Why are you going to work today, Dad?”
My daughter asked, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Today is supposed to be really bad,
Jimmy says it’s the day everyone dies!”
I kiss her forehead and pull her in close,
“Everything will be alright, my princess!”
I forced a smile, and booped her little nose,
“Don’t you listen to what that Jimmy says,
I won’t be gone long, I’ll be back real soon,
The apocalypse won’t start without me.”
Assured, she skipped away singing a tune,
while I turned away before she could see
the fear on my face as I turned my eyes
to the strange new ships floating in our skies. 

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Monday Fog

 Monday Fog

I, with broken sleep,
and this warm thawing morning,
stumble to a start.

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Sunday Shake

 Sunday Shake

Dish washing. Dancing.
Daughter walks in, makes a face,
Then backs out slowly.

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Parentalia

 Parentalia

Candles and incense, 
Milk, honey, wine, and small cakes
Prayer and memory...

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Practice

Practice 

A flash of anger,
I note it. I smother it.

Restoring my mind. 

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