Chris Butler

Uncommon Era

When your existential crisis has an existential crisis,

drink until your blood coagulates into a fine wine,
eat until your flesh turns into tasteless wafers,

take a dip in the River Styx, but not before
drowning one toe at a time to test the temperature,

then unplug the rubber stopper from the levee
below sea level after forty days of rain, 

and flush us all counter-clock wise
back to the past tense.