little yellow submarine
somewhere in the south pacific
well armed with nukes
& waiting to be called [when the
time is right]
when the next armed conflict
accidentally starts
on purpose
likely by a lone lunatic
w/a tricky trigger finger
september two thousand twenty-three
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did you see that spark
in the sky
spooking thousands of blackbirds
and sending them
to the stars
the earth shook
from the footfalls of five hundred
elephants
rushing away from the scene
of the crime
in absolute terror
the nuclear winter
was unmistakably inevitable
all the armies of the world
laying down their arms
praying the world
as we know it
will recover from its losses
january two thousand twenty-three
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the dynasties today
enjoy the technologies
bestowed upon them
—and those bent on ruling
by a clenched fist
turn their pseudo-citizens into
radioactive matter
it matters not what you
can do for your country
now that we’ve become
walking timebombs
repopulating the planet
[by way of decree]
two to three babies at a time
october two thousand twenty-two
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the threats are real
as real as the violence
in the streets
an angry mob
unstoppable
marches toward its
final destination
beware the nukes
once they’re launched
there will be
no more mob
no more anger
no more streets
upon which to protest
september two thousand twenty-two
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there is a strange frequency in the air
and the traffic is lighter than usual
[nearly nonexistent actually]
it’s as though the small & bright city
has become a ghost town
pick a year any year and you will
find how nothing has changed
how ghost towns have become
overtaken by nature in seventy-five
or one hundred years’ time
of all the cold wars taken place
this one is the most chilling
women & children sacrificed
by the hundreds of thousands
the men mysteriously evaporated
september two thousand twenty-two
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Forging a new path is rarely easy
as any historian knows
societies flipping on their sides
defying the odds
by way of switching associations
Paying a price is never an option
no matter which side loses
ask any responsible citizen
pledging allegiance
to the latest & the greatest
may two thousand twenty-two
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in the middle of the afternoon
the lights went out in the city
and all the people
filed out into the street from the skyscrapers
and candy stores
and barber shops
and taverns
quiet as kindergarteners on a fire drill
it was like the calm before the storm
as the full moon
performed its magic
only this time
as it slowly penetrated into the light
it was shot down
by a thousand arrows
launched from within the earth
march two thousand thirteen
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