Captain Fantastic

Street art, Dublin

My friend is changing his name

says he’s been hiding

his light under his bedcovers

where he lulls himself to sleep

with a couple of cans

and a naggin of brandy

smokes a joint

while he considers how

the whole world’s

turned against him

Facebook’s cut him off

aliens are here already

sharia law and violent islamists

dictate his life

as the last line

of defence

against the coming

armageddon

but Trump and Tommy

will save us all

if we’d only listen?

Captain Fantastic,

his new name,

if you know him?

Sad end of a friendship

disappearing

in a dense fog of hatred.