Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Tactical Jokes

monuments and memories of people we will never meet
Armageddon is aspirational Ragnarok is just a dream
abandoned homes and vacant lots up and down each street
visions of these solitudes as movies on a screen
no last man and his library no gallant tragic end
better off to be a bee and make some buzzing friends



buzzards circle in high blue air
barbed wire tangles like tumbleweeds
this is the steppe of the wild and the free
sun-bleached, brief, esoteric and sere



one pill two pill three pill four
one more in the morning just to make sure
we're all filled up with chemicals galore
ideally not native but from distant shores
better yet from alien stars or
just pharmaceutical pimps treating us like their whore



Beastly barbarians best be barring no bards
our lord is a tortoise from New Mexico or Mars
our own mind is made up from others' discards
and while the miserable misers are mining sharp shards
this mock-snake sarabandes in gardens of chard

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