waifs ruin bull market…

 

who will buy your wears
the children with empty stares
reaching adulthood
but they have no homes nor coins
you took those from their parents

 

powerless to stop it…

 

there’s always
an antiseptic smell
before
death
as if
we truly
believe
we might
cleanse death
from
our being
it’s
a fragrance
of
age
we know it
all
too well
from
nursing homes
and
hospital halls
but
sense it
even as
we walk
along a city street
it makes us
most sad
when
a passing child
has whiffs
of
death
we wonder
why
and
where is
god
but are
soon distracted
by
armani
arden,
or
fresh-baked goods
until
when naked
in
the shower
we
find
that
fragrance

 

bend over and….

unwashed dishes
were stacked
in the sink
the food
in the kitchen
like
the crops
in the field
sat
rotting
several
antiquated copper
phone lines
with
batteries
provided
the only communication
between
various
national outposts
since
the ban
on
all foreigners
in
the name
of
national security
ai
had directed
robots
to manage
and
carry out
the
day-to-day tasks
for
everyone
except
a few
fool hearted survivalists
who
were proclaimed
to be
doomsayers
by
the government
hell
no one expected
that
one massive blast
of
radiation
from
a solar flare
it was
followed
within
minutes
by
a secondary wave
of
charged particles
a coronal mass
ejection
that’s
when
the satellites
GPS
power grids
and
our robots
shutdown
for
the last
time

 

do not disturb…

i must
apologize
for
my
verbal outburst
such
behavior
has become
quite
inappropriate
in
an age
of
denial
i
should have
ignored
the
indiscriminate
and
brutal
slaughter
of
palestinian children
and
accepted
whole-heartedly
the
sexual assaults
of
women
and
the adultery
by
the
leader
of
the so-called
democratic
free world
resigning myself
to
a judicial
and
congressional system
that
has failed
every
american tenet
of
justice
and
just
sipped
on
my white chocolate latte
and
been
happy