Poems for the zooted and the zonked

Untitled Part 13

the storm rages

lights out, power out

the quiet communal ramblings and scurryings of good upstanding people

gossip, remarks, musings

i see the storm and feel the storm and hear the storm

and thats as deep as it registers

i do not care about the people in gaza

or the people in ukraine

for all i know they may not even exist

i could run laps round your heads

 and pretend as though i am an upstanding person, 

like yous make out to be

but it would be a counter-intuitive persuit

all i know is the wet and the damp and the bogs

i will die in an abandoned house

and return to nature as moss and food for life forms