Everything is shortening
short fuses and extension cords
I used to judge us as ADD
or lazy distracted airhead dumb
but now I see it’s representative
of our place in history.
Twitter, Tiktok, YouTube shorts
the One sentence story
no time or attention to spend
no reading books, lighting candles
or writing longhand cursive with a pen
I miss those elements of romantic silence.
Will they ever return?
Last round, final lap, Time is speeding up and away
take souvenir photographs of our current world
before it turns to blood gray red
before They place the capstone of evil
on their pyramid scheme’s head.
Agenda 21, 2030, the Great Reset, NWO…
The life I thought I lived was a dream
like Phillip K. Dick’s replicant theme
dreaming I was someone else
inserted memories, programmed thoughts
I was a Social Justice Warrior before it was a label
“California or bust” with 2 suitcases, $70 dollars
and romanesque sandals bound by strings.
I Rip Van Winkled my life away for 30 yrs
in a shithole called California
the rare asian hippie wannabe
tricked by loving losers
that always promised
and never married me.
Never date musicians
they’ll take your lunch money
and skip out on rent.
Never date a liberal man child
Peter Pan asshole moochers
they’ll watch you grow old and alone
after you’ve spent your youth, beauty and trust in them
Don’t be a liberal fool like me with midlife crisis regrets.
Warp throttle drive ride
we’ve left the past behind in a landfill
bulldozed away our classic treasures
everything old is racist to millennials.
Text vs speaking
emojis vs words
race to the finish line first.
Brevity—because it’s almost over.
We’re in the last round
the final stretching hour
last battle time to flower
soon birth will be over
thanks for the death stab
Pfizer Moderna Jansson Astra Zeneca
the mutant monster makers aren’t jabbed
that potion’s only for us disposables.
Frankenstein time, real life “Walking Dead”
Is that what’s ahead?
Bees warned us earlier but we ignored their deaths
Nanobot bees are the wrong answer!
You fucking idiots!
Burn down those AI bio-warfare labs!
Too late too late too late!
The monster’s breeched the gate
our fate is sealed with disasters.
We locked our keys in the ignition
slow-motion engine running.
Were you alive during those days?
I miss them so much, our days of innocence.
This is the last chapter of the final book
Go to the beach and memorize it
God’s beauty heals your soul
Sit under trees listen to the leaves breathing
birds gliding, squirrels climbing, butterflies drinking nectar.
Hug your child don’t let go until we reach forever
I hope when we go
we leave soundlessly at the speed of light
Godspeed to us war-torn travelers
the lost generation of followers
the last children of God, of goodness.