….these are
the dog days
of august
words
puffed out
in half-formed
thought balloons
blown away
by current events
dreary poetics
and
tired politics
seeping
into
hungry sands
that rearrange themselves
with shifting queries
of so whats
and
what ifs
and
whodafuckcares
thank the lord
for
imagined adoration
and
anonymous adulation
on faces
and
books
and
on facebooks
and yet…