For my senior honors thesis at Penn, I wrote two poems a day for six months. It was called Selections from 11:37. Basically, every morning and every evening, at exactly 11:37, I stopped whatever I was doing and gave myself fifteen minutes to write a poem. (You can purchase my collection here or click preview to read more about the project.) Only about 70 poems made it into my final thesis, so I have literally hundreds of poems that have never seen the light of day. Here’s one of them.
WAITING FOR THE END OF THE WORLD (Morning 12/21/12)
The world was supposed to end last night.
We weren’t sure if the sky was going to fall
or the sea swallow us whole or seven billion
mini vans run us over in our living rooms
but the world was supposed to end last night.
Maybe the apocalypse is just running late
and it missed its bus, or maybe God decided to
twirl us around on His finger a bit longer
before taking a shot, or maybe the world did end
and we were too drunk to remember. But none
of these explanations cover up for the cold truth
that the world was supposed to end last night
and we’re still here.
P.S. Here’s another link to my poetry collection.