Greasy grimy globe guts, poolside doomsday carnival, 0-for-1 ecosystem play,
Lukewarm Gaia with mold on her moonpie, biosphere rooms fruit-fly dissipate.
Suicide lane wide-load ride, looting the wake of an amicable marooning,
Duty from moving in packs to sharing food with the last pack of wolves,
Then "Ma it’s me, I accidentally sawed the ozone in half with plastic straw armies."
She said “I’ll keep you in my prayers,” I said “I need to hide seven billion bodies in the cloud of forgotten dreams.”
Blood-and-water chapter written by some surly dad with thirty extinct cats purring in the fossil record.
Jittery zeitgeist wither by the watering hole where polar caps capsize and cash cows actually beef.
Primate climbs the spine of the atlas, attaches leeches, eye-for-an-eye by bog-life swamps where lies breed like algae blooms.
They get a rise out of frogs and flies and the algorithm dopamine highs pumping through the hive.
Dogfight hog-tied prize costs a life, mouths water on the fork and knife of the fossil-fuel feast turning bone into bitcoin.
Blood turns wine when it leaks for police—“That’s not a riot, it’s a feast, let’s eat the scenery!”
Smart phones new leeches sucking souls through the glass, servers hum like a ferris wheel of vitriol spinning in rainforest heat.
You were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisions from the vending machine of mercy,
I was privy to a headache over pirouetting innards in the mirror sweating pitchers of melted polar ice.
Who’s there—simian or lizard or the AI wearing both like a thrift-store apocalypse coat?
Antiquated outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriol and sponsored content.
Black gums, tooth gone, bootleg Yukon Cornelius riding the melting pole like an ice-clown.
Disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar bill the central bank burned for boardroom warmth.
Got a little plot of land where authority isn’t recognized, contraband keeping the core Hyde-Jekyll-ized with microdoses of denial.
Misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying in server farms.
Smartphone-fix days miss the rogue vocoder blitzkrieg in the skull.
Whole species spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz, wouldn’t rollover fetch like a glitch.
Swine swarm when the king is a whore who complies and conforms to trend forecasts.
Miles outside the eye of the storm with a siphon to lure prizes while avoiding vile war profiteering.
True blue triumph snakes up out the centerfold, breaks Jericho walls with sponsored demolition.
Cardboard city folk swap tales while the planet chews through the machine like a termite buffet.
Completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship with the spinning rock I’m trapped on like a flea in the fur of a dying god.
Bastard to the whales, trees, kids, coral who tried to deliver me from peril with silent warnings.
Acutely undeserving of the ear that listened and the lip that kissed the last coral reef temple before it bleached.
Stubborn disposition that wishes its history disassembled and deleted from the shame-blockchain.
Hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while pretzeling data into convenient knots.
Unfairly resentful when the bidding was essential—vote, recycle, don’t scroll—too late motherfucker.
Terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils in the code writing eulogies in emoji.
Own worst enemy since the genesis of rebels… and the rebels sold the rebellion to the highest bidder at the metaverse auction.
Cut the belly open: seven billion screaming sock puppets dancing on algorithm like-strings.
Cities as cancerous growths gnawing clouds, oceans as ink for our Rorschach profit-margin doom test.
Skyscraper teeth gnashing stars, highway veins pumping plastic blood, politician marionettes with donor-dark strings.
Sun laughs last, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat spinning above the circus tent collapse into glitter and ash.
On and on… globe spins, guts spill, feedback loop eats its own tail.