Welcome: a poem

Welcome to the internet, young man
An extra universe we’ve made
Fits right in your pocket
Sits right on your desk

Pretty women? Course they’re here
Infinite in number, in fact
Some joke, some dance, and some fuck
Quite a paradise we’ve made

But know this, young man,
None of them will ever help you
Ever
So let’s put the phone down, get out there
Try to get good at something
Anything

The Ship: a poem

We find ourselves on a ship
Drifting through an endless ocean
No one can swim
No one can steer
Yet we follow a steady course

We find ourselves on a sinking ship
Taking on the ocean’s water
The port men scurry about with their buckets
Bailing out the water
Searching for the leak

The starboard men, of their own free will,
Take their buckets in their own two hands,
Bailing the sea in

The men at the bow,
smug look on their faces,
hold up the nautical handbook,
reciting the appropriate use of buckets
Problem solved!

As Seen on I-5: a poem

“Just Married!” the rear window said
The car tilted back, towed down the highway
Dented fender, broken bumper
How will this story be told?
As hilarity or foreboding?
That hinges on the quality of the marriage

The Line: a poem

Los Angeles burned to the ground
The Line must go up
Among the ashes, bodies found
The Line must go up
Tiny plastics in my body
The Line must go up
Private planes for glitterati
The Line must go up
Mass extinction all around us
The Line must go up
Combustion fumes still surround us
The Line must go up
Record breaking summer heatwaves
The Line must go up
Sending people to early graves
The Line must go up
Garbage island in the ocean
The Line must go up
Felling trees with blind devotion
The Line must go up
Barrier reefs quickly fading
The Line must go up
Ecosystems all degrading
The Line must go up
Constant growth always justified
The Line must go up

Perhaps, if it’s not too inconvenient, we could stop this ecocide?
The Line must go up.