Thursday, August 31, 2017

The Ultimate

Ashfall darkens the day, but at night
It softens and scatters the moon- and street-light.
It, moment by moment, grows thick on the ground
'Til it softens not only the light, but the sound
Of tentative footfalls, taken with risk
Through a landscape that soon will be barren and brisk.

I want to walk with you, hand in hand
Through a nuclear winter wonderland.
You're my beauty when skies strangle every flower,
My sweet when the skies turn the vintner's work sour.
But even if it's the last thing I ever do,
I burn to share an apocalypse with you.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Why They Don't Let a Poet Be President

I wasn't born with
the requisite talent: a
nine figure balance.

All Lives Matter

The words of a man
who will never be shot by
cops for being black.

Armageddon Horny, Pt. 2

Flowers in springtime,
foliage falls in autumn,
nuclear winter.

Get Goosesteppin'

According to Trump,
opposing Fascism is
now "Alternative."

And I'm Proud to Be an American

It takes a man like
Trump to make me proud to be
called a Liberal.

You're Fired!

Trump makes decisions
That reflect the breadth of his
Little orange Cheeto.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Armageddon Horny

All this insecure posturing
Is massively entertaining.
You got this hot and heavy,
So just do it already!
I'm having the kind of month
That just can't end soon enough.
And humanity? They had it coming.
So go ahead, push the button.

It beats waiting for global warming.