Wednesday, November 1, 2023


It's a small consolation 
to the dark 
horses out there 

that late afternoon light—
so tardy 
and dull 

as it falls strangely 
cold upon a crumbled
old brick wall—

after churning 
through a vast and vacant 
vacuum full of waste

in a timeless 
yet infinite race 
against inflation—

being born 
of umpteen billion 
apocalyptic furnaces' 

compulsive and
hysterical urges
to keep burning—

and with no real
objective, save 
to surge until it fails— 

could ever have 
prevailed against 
the threat of ruination

and should plausibly 
appear to have
made it here at all.