THIS IS A POEM ABOUT FANTASTICALLY BAD IDEAS AND FLATULENCE AND THE ONSET OF CALAMITY 11.4.17

 

11.4.17

 

 

It would not be a fantastically
bad idea to carve the words
THINGS FALL APART
up the inside of your forearm.
Remind yourself
at the onset of calamity
that you always knew this was coming
and now that it is here
there is bedlam in your heart
a spirit like mortar fire
or flatulence
it cannot be stopped
it shall not be stopped
allow your soul to mingle
in the spheres of yore
where oil still flowed
beneath our feet and the blood
in our veins remained
inside our bodies.

 

 


Written at 11:55 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hilsl CA.

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