The world's most beautiful woman writes an apocalyptic message on the mirror of the bus station restroom in Hell, Michigan.
Some say it is written in blood,
But it is only lipstick.
Because it is written by a woman, in lipstick, on a bus station restroom mirror in Hell, Michigan,
There is no buzz;
It does not go viral;
The world goes
Balanced precariously like an unwatched baby on a diving board.
The world's most beautiful woman goes on tv with the intention of delivering her message,
But some little fuckwad with a five-day beard and a ponytail wants her to endorse salon products instead.
He hands her a plastic bottle of shampoo and urges her to toss her head and smile.
When the most beautiful woman in the world gets angry,
Cars won't start,
Fountains run dry,
And everything is like herding cats.
Other women say,
I hope she falls.
I want her to toss her head and smile.
Meanwhile, the world goes
Like a ball bearing balanced on a paper clip, balanced on a gyroscope balanced on a seal's nose.
The most beautiful woman in the world writes an apocalyptic message on a plate with lipstick at Nikos' Coney island in Hell, Michigan,
But because it is written by a woman, in lipstick, near a kitchen,
No one pays any attention;
And because she is
The world's most beautiful woman,
No one can see her at all,
And the world goes on as it always has--
Like a blind man reading the news to his deaf wife by cell phone in calm and authoritative tones.