running on empty
reborn into this world
no longer can I say
I don’t belong
can no longer keep quiet
my doubts about
making it out alive
once the fossil fuels are gone
putting down half-filled shots
of eighty proof rye
rocket scientists collude with
future historians
rewriting how everything
precisely went down
once the reserves ran dry
may two thousand fourteen
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Scratching an annoying itch
Lodged in the back of my mind,
A great callousness I find
Within the realms of Nature,
Laughter that Earth will survive
The self-caused extinction of man.
without question, archie – many times she has witnessed the alpha and omega
Reblogged this on stgreenie and commented:
Very thoughtful poetry
thanks for reblogging greenie ;`)
This line resonated with me:
I don’t belong
can no longer keep quiet
It reminds me why readers identify with outsider protagonists that make a bold stand. Great words, John!
always appreciate your observations and insight, Millie – and of course always a pleasure seeing you here ;`)
Wonderful words, John, and I’ve enjoyed listening to your voice, too. It adds more life to your amazing writing!
Thanks so much for visiting here again, Lauren, and especially for commenting on this piece.