doom’s delivered daily in the darkness
a lack of light loves lackadaisical lounging
we want the world and we want it sunny
we see the world’s local climate accentuating
or emboldening the political
the processes of pollution and plunder and pain
if our leaders can live in an imaginary world, why can’t we will
Vitamin D and dance parties into ours?
blood is a cheap excuse for drug use
make the moist of what you’ve not
the nostalgic smile of an old leathery white man
nearly brings me to tears
as he stares into his glass three
bar seats away
and it occurs to me
that I might be an emotional genius
but I’m probably
95 bitterness units
5% shy of infinity
not worthy of rounding up?
when 100 and 1 million mean the same thing
have we touched god?
we can perceive the number
but not what it symbolizes
am I in heaven?