Inspired in part by my apocalypse series I’m doing. Mike has some incredible poetry on his blog, threaded delicately between the rants–look for it, if you have not already done so.
This is a themed poem inspired by Susan Daniels (if you don’t know her, you should).
No Second Sun
We wait for an apocalypse
Swear or curse or pray at it
In this we are like the long buried
Still fearing our deaths
There was no consumption
In a murderous nuclear sun
There was no explosion
Just a million tiny breaths
A thousand every day
In a pathetic decay
As our minds turned to profit
And love was left
This is hell
This is heaven as well
This is all there is
We wait for an apocalypse
So fail to see it exists
Not in the universal
Or some phenomenal scale
It is the beggar in the street
The clenched fist
It is each time you buy
The easier lie
It is our spiritual song
Turned…
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mike is very complex…his blog is interesting 😉
I love his blog–dizzying, the shifts from funny as hell rants to gorgeous poetry, and then back again.
I know! I noticed. I have a hard time figuring out if he is joking or serious sometimes but he is very smart. I can see why you like him.. two peas in a pod
hmmm. I am not sure how much I have in common with endangered wildlife that somehow manages to be both grumpy and soulful simultaneously, but somewhere in your comment I sensed a compliment & so, I thank you 😉
I meant you are both complex.(sorry let me clarify)
Thanks, hon–I really was just being a little silly there–I got it. Shame on me. Also thanking you for finding me complex. I know several men who are still holding their heads, waiting for the pain to go away, who would agree with you…
haa
and, my sweet friend from MA, you have just given me a great idea for the next apocalyptic poem… Something about endangered species.
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