Brother, Can You Spare a Square?

“Once I sat atop my throne of plenty Groomed my bottom without care…”

Abstract Life

An impersonal elegy [song of mourning]

The World Falls Before A Colossus

Let’s gather our strength: love.

Behold my mighty jet engine-powered scythe!
I cut down nations.
I cut down economies.
I cut down your sporty games.
I even cut your Anthropocene.

Tag You’re It: Whose Virus is it Anyway?

Would I catch it, if running away?
It was a dark time.
Didn’t…