weeds

 


the homeless grow like weeds in a post
apocalyptic garden

corporate America crawling so far up
our governments ass that not even
a nuclear enigma can unblock their
shit

lies,  misinformation seeding confusion,
the plague and power of social
media

in AI. the dead will
not remain dead...

the dead will be reconstructed,
reconstituted, rearranged for
the pleasures of the stinking
bored masses

facts will become like candles blown
dead on stale birthday
cake

then reignited by denial, renaming,
reframing and revision until it
becomes an
unfact

the skies sob black
tears

the mountains scream
in anguish

the earth cliches her
fist with rage

the oceans plot
revolt

the axis of the world
slows

and is finally laid
to
rest

by the bloody hands
of Judas
men