Colony Collapse
Heavens wilt.
No more that greeny
flower. Now is the era
of the decommissioned
moving van
and soon the president
of unpopped kernels
he of the beady eye
will arrive.
Tomorrow will be time
for everything
which takes everything
but requires next
to nothing. We are called
to nothing. Dunes
of litter. These
fucking people
says everybody. What
bees are left vomit honey
and everybody loves it
but it’s not for anybody.
Heavens wilt.
No more that greeny
flower. Now is the era
of the decommissioned
moving van
and soon the president
of unpopped kernels
he of the beady eye
will arrive.
Tomorrow will be time
for everything
which takes everything
but requires next
to nothing. We are called
to nothing. Dunes
of litter. These
fucking people
says everybody. What
bees are left vomit honey
and everybody loves it
but it’s not for anybody.
Revere the Founders
All these scarecrows and no place to sow.
Our ancestors knew a thing or two
but it’s too late to ask them now. They did all right
before fading into desire incognito,
leaving us froggy-eyed to our gaping lives. We demand
clean water! with alcohol in it! We demand it
of all these reapers moving about our narrow pen,
desperate for something to reap.
Our ancestors knew a thing or two
but it’s too late to ask them now. They did all right
before fading into desire incognito,
leaving us froggy-eyed to our gaping lives. We demand
clean water! with alcohol in it! We demand it
of all these reapers moving about our narrow pen,
desperate for something to reap.