refurbished…

the skies
have closed up
we’re
unable to breathe
what was life
now
seems like death
a child’s birth
into
this world
of
chaos
is not a glimmer
of
hope
but
a reason
for
regret
for
as many have asked
what
have
we condemned
this
child to
how
could we
be
so thoughtless
but
those same thoughts
were
our fathers’
and
mothers’
so
we share
a guilt
with
all those
who came
before

 

biotic crisis…

the moon
has
blood rings
coyotes
prowl city streets
darkness
conceals light
all our old dreams
have
vanished
nothing like this could happen
that’s
what they
promised
us all
promised
but
not prevented 

 

 

the culling…

another
world meeting
but
this one’s
a closed door session
in
a secluded corner
of
the world
the topic
limits to growth
regression models
filled the screens
the conclusion
there’s
an absolute need
to
facilitate
survival of the species
so
it’s agreed
populations
must be
pared down
to
reduce
humans’ ecological footprint
each nation
signs
the plan
misinformation
wrapped in the flag
of
individualism
will be
the tool
thus nations
with
the most doubters
of
science
would be the ones
to
sacrifice the most
for
survival
of
the planet
and
the welfare
of
those who
could
think
critically
for
they
would be needed
to
resolve
the world’s
future problems

once we were…

the small space
between
his nightmares
and
his reality
has grown smaller
he no longer
stares out
his window
searching for
empty promises
to be fulfilled
nor
does he pray
anymore
he has grown
to realize
that whatever god
there may be
his lot in life
is not
a priority
for that god
or
any god
so why would he
expect
that his fellow man
would give a damn
to them
he’s
a homeless bum
not worthy
of
their consideration
for anything
just scrap paper
to be
swept away
before
morning rush-hour
but once
his hands
cleared the land
that fed them
then
they called him
an essential worker
till the land dried up
and
nothing could grow
the bank took his land
outstanding loans
the land still stands naked
hometown
a ghost town
and
he
a ghost
of
society

hang around this shanty…

not that
i
have a choice
but
i’ve decided
to
hang around
this
warming planet
for
a few more years
god willing
as
they say
to
whom
or
whatever
controls
the duration
of
our
participation
in
futility
there are
certainly
numerous
candidates
who have
self-appointed
representatives
ready
and
willing
to
accept
donations
in
their name
for
extending
our
planetary terms
all
of them
are
well dressed
with
email accounts
as well as
swiss
bank accounts
in
any case
i’ve
just opened
a
new bottle
of
wine
while
listening
to
jonathan edwards
so shall now
attempt
to
do
a little meditating
cheers

the surest path…

we were
given instructions
by
those we had entrusted
with
our nation
and
therefore
they were
the ones
charged to protect
not only
us
but also
all those
we
loved
so
we
followed
their directions
and
we moved towards
the gateway
to
our world’s future
but
the doorway
was
a mirage

anti death syndrome…

man lives as if death
is nothing but a mere myth
not to be believed
that is until death comes near
sharing his struggling last breaths

 

 

desertification defined…

land undergoing
a simple process where man’s
removed from planet

 

 

a regrettable poisoning…

these things
do
sometimes
happen
and
have been
prescribed
as
an act
of
god
you know
that
old
god willing
stuff
like
god
gives a damn
about
what
happens
on
earth
given
duties
of
the universe
new
stars births
and
such
a more
appropriate criminal
is perhaps
humankind
those arbitrary atoms
bombarding
one another
unable
to control
even
minor reactions
with
one another
but
let’s set
guilt
aside
and
consider
the ingestion
of
poison
poison
clearly labelled
yet
taken
without reservation
so
who should
bear the burden
of
blame
those concocting
notorious
chemical compounds
of
death
or
those refusing
to
read
the labels
which is
just
another case
of
ignoring
the
handwriting
on
the wall
perhaps
we’ll need
another
burning bush
to
validate
the
obvious

 

 

do you feel lucky…well, do ya, punk…

step right up
and
place
your bets
bet
whatever dollar amount
you wish
there are
no
limits
but
all bets
regardless
of
the wager
are
for
your life
toss the dice
of
climate change
where
the words
of
the game
are
loaded
and
suggest
you can win
but
the reality
is
the house
always wins
and
in this case
the
house
is
death
hey
but
if you’re feeling
lucky
spin
the wheel
of
global warming
watch
the wheel
whirl
like
a planet
out
of control
where
the potential
payout odds
for
survival
are
well
let’s just say
enjoy
the game