A squirrel's shadow s c a m p e r s
Oblique in the morning light
Puffy tail held high, heedless
Of the grey mound of fur
Chattering its annoyance
To all of the world
That won't get out of its way.
This blog fazes fascists
Outlast Diss
I'm still here;
You're all gone.
Long forgotten
And dispelled.
Except as a worthless
Object of disgust.
To be rarely recalled
Upon a rictus of hatred
And then dismissed;
Banished to the depths.
The mire of unconscious
Where all the unwanted
Unpleasantness dwells.
Confessional Dare
Bet you can't do it.
It's so much easier
To tell a stranger that you hate them
Want to kill them
Wish them endless suffering
Want to still everything they've done
Everything they've believed in
Than to tell them
That you love them.
Try it, flower child.
Ongoing Oxymorons
American democracy.
Contented worker.
Unconditional love.
Easy money.
Sustainable growth.
Gun safety.
Necessary war.
Social media.
Holy book.
Just god.
Blind date.
Enduring icon.
Unbiased news.
Vital fashion.
Accurate prediction.
Important trend.
Progressive politics.
Governmental accountability.
Humane society.
Compassionate capitalism.
Rational religion.
Christian morals.
Green industry.
Serious business.
Homo sapiens.
Gloves Off
Awake in a box
Eat from a box
Sit in a metal box
To get to another metal box
To get to another metal box
To get to a concrete and glass box
To stare at a luminous box
Upon which are projected...boxes.
Boxed in?
Better box your way out.
The Ice (originally published 2022)
Written as an allegory about the general stupidity and ineptitude displayed by humanity during the Covid-19 pandemic, this poem is arguably (and unfortunately) even more relevant about the events since then.
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