Las Ningunos

incurable romantic
mathematician antitheist
antediluvian moral certainty
with a punk rock gothic twist
rude and disrespectful, crass
thinks creosote smells of cat piss
terrified by flappy m-words
but not a bullet, blade or fist
never amounted to much
might as well end with this



climbed tall fir trees in each cyclonic breeze
broke my front teeth twice, skinned my knees
dug holes in the forest and found centipedes
picked my nose in deep thought
for the future and what time would rot
only felt free under the canopy:
Home was rarely safe for me



fix it with an explosion
give it a thousand megatons
we gotta stop the rising oceans
so yeet the ice shelves into the sun
get on it, Elon Bezos — 
put your strap-ons up for rent
you act like there's a miracle waitin'
so say you gave em up for Lent



some of these agonies seem intentional
as if a masochistic subconscious manifests
they come in waves with intervals
and they don't authorize much rest
caught in endless flash floods of pain internal
all treacherous rapids of dips and crests



what has been erased from the Atacama?
casually swept aside
that giant scar outside of Calama
a trench so gross it makes you cry
no stark reminders of the pre-invasion
all artifacts looted in ages gone by
the last way of knowing who came before us?
their corpses, mummified