now is nowhere
i don’t seek
the yesterday’s
that i barely
starred in
or the roads
that when looked
back upon are
shrivelled
the hill’s shadow
is darker and
more swallowing,
entire lifetimes gone
but the
wrongness
of now, each
minute devil owned
usurp the current
root that feeds off
fear, truly let’s not
be here
the air is anxious
missiles, and
blame is epidemic,
lucifer has a parody
impurity in the white-house
beige politics sucks
the seep of kindness,
every bough there are
millions of these arms
for rent o’ gallows
every cause every
page assassin, until
misery is flavoured
and made palatable,
shame should have
worn us into guilt but
money is such a
masturbatory god
these horizons should
appear bright, and
nations full of wonder,
we are eyesores to
evolution
there’s this cup of
tear stains that has
become symptomatic
oceans
and climates rebel
against our swarming
multiplication like a
teenager rots in
adulthood
somehow the past
entangles it’s warm
roses, it’s where i
want to bury
in the gentle angst
of soil next to the
laburnums of rust
where wither takes
on it’s slow engulfing