Mind Nomad Writing

wasted decades. the clock ticks down to our final seconds. air raid sirens steal the place of all laughter. we are held captive within cement and glass cages. 

our hands were never used to shake and our eyes were only used to pass along our judgemental glances. apologizing on our own terms, amenable to a generous arbitration.

species survival dependent on ambush and nihilism. consumed by stubborn self-dependence.

clouds of smoke and fire forecast our weather. nobody escapes this cannibal treaty. 

priest and lawyer are left homeless and searching for work. the mortician and the gunsmith compose the vertebrae of this frail society. troops transform empty schoolrooms into barracks.

run to the hospital. find the stockade. put your faith in your arms, and if not, your arms, then the codeine.

we cry out, “i can’t remember the snow! i can’t remember the rain! i can’t remember the clouds!” has the sky always been so tainted orange by day and so faded violet by night?”

#i am. Confront. OBEY. embRACE.