#pyrocene
That word has been repeated for so long that it remains our only universal law
Screamed in the battlefield;
on a silent piece of paper;
as a hushed threat;
as a tense premonition;
as a call;
as a promise;
as an end;
to a beginning and
a snake eating its own tail.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
There's a faint melody
In vain
we trudge on
In vain,
knowing this story has played out a million times before. We're hoping for a chance among tragedies.
We're even bending our knees if that would us a chance.
But the gods watch us dance to the same song.
In vain.
We tell ourselves that the wooden sword in our hands may be sharp. That the manuscript isn't rehearsed. That our surroundings aren't two-sided, painted wooden surfaces.
We tell ourselves the same thing.
Sing the same songs.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 6:38 PM UTC
The oil's spilled; the weekend’s spent.
Battering rams adorn our newest cars.
The coral's bleached, our girders bent,
and as the ash falls, drones fly on Mars.
The poker chips clank on the felt.
Sweltering mules sway drunk in bars.
A toddler falls, receives a welt,
and as the fires grow, drones fly on Mars.
I could not bear to speak the truth
when you had asked me where went the stars.
A cow sits in the kissing booth,
and as the sky blackens, drones fly on Mars.
The wind has fangs; my heart now sags.
A feral pig grunts to mass applause,
Now childish men hoist cryptic flags,
and as the crops fail, drones fly on Mars.
Aug 19, 2023
Aug 19, 2023 at 2:35 PM UTC