Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Obligate Oxygen

left behind along the trail
he slows his hasty pace
the day is old it has a beard
El Sol has already hides his face
the hiker's chums ran off ahead
and he's given up the chase
so he sets up camp and eats his meal
as he stares up into space



damp white runnels flowing briskly down each face
south is a travesty and to the east only disgrace
my highest aspiration is to have my legacy erased
as it seems that all we ever do is dirty up the place



Gen X didn't know I existed
Gen X didn't know who we were
Gen X had no idea of what we'd been given
and even less of what was in store
by and large like all folks we're decent
just battered and baffled and poor
but the fact is we're all still just children:
the Boomers never gave up the floor



Liad held her guts in a knot for the tummy
or at least that's what she said
now that I've got a knot of my own
I suspect it was something more dread
outgassing of stress is unending
it constantly builds as you grow
a whistle might indicate dinner is ready
or a container about to explode
it could just be me feeling unsteady



Иди в Зопу-тину Красниы Армиа.
.
let's do a genocide shall we
we'll shoot everyone we see
our tanks are rusting in the woods
see them over in the trees
We are Putin's pet Army
the red sword of Moscow's boss
dumb thugs and rapey murderers
too weak to take a loss



I would if I were, and I have done before
I've never been asked how or wherefore
I'm often impatient and seemingly bored
but I don't like to answer questions unasked
it seems to me to be a rather navel-gazing task
(I don't live in a mirror, I just smoked some grass)




since when is my thinking your problem?
we all need a break here and there
some people sleep for fourteen hours
while some are still playing Four Square
so if you suspect someone may be a lateral
just go on as if nobody cares
there's all kinds of critters in this big ocean
so swim off: We're climbing fish stairs

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