Vitriol is not
indicative of
confidence,
but rather signals
fear.
Casting snips of
poems
to find their
message
subconscious meets
zeitgeist
to
presage,
trailer riding
prevailing wind.
It's fire this time --
dry, burning
Earth
Winds of Hell too
strong,
too
cruel.
Driving frenzy
evacuates
creates ever greater
desperation,
apocalyptic
grief.
Unkind skies, acrid
exhaust of terror.
No end in sight
--
yet another Endtime to
survive.
As if a living planet
can protest
human cruelty,
stupidity, insanity,
with Her weapons of
wind, fire,
pestilence, ever
deadlier warning.
How about we see each
other
as beings of
complexity,
not static physical
traits?
It's all about outraging
the libtards
They know we're on our
way out,
and want to smite their
enemies
as we
go.
People of pinched little
lives.
9/4-11/20
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