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“The world is going to hell”
“The world is going to hell”

A fat world, eats its own fat.
As a wolf that is trapped,
Gnaws at its leg.
They make a gun for that,


You kill one of us,
And the rest follow suit.
If it’s all good business then
Thank God for the mute button.

Someone told me the other day:

“The world is gone to hell”
“I know”
I said.
“Isn’t there anything else on?”

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I saw the way to heaven
Before it closed up,
Becoming a thousand different universes
That could have been,
And I tarried, silent, no words to say.

And yet a universe lies
In the eye that beholds,
And there beauty is kept,
There beauty is killed,
And not a word is said about it.

Did I ever tell you that I looked into your eyes?
And saw something beautiful,
Perhaps it was a world ending
Not meaning to be,
A thousand beautiful sparks illuminating a thousand silent dreams.

I had that dream again the other night.
When you said you loved me
And I could not reply,
It’s because I dreamt you were mine
And your beauty died.


If given the chance I’d build
A world resounding,
Testament to all
Which forms the monument to my sins.
And I’d do it with a grin.

If given a shot I’d form
A word distorted,
Personal testament
To your everlasting beauty.
A solemn duty, I smile nevertheless.

If given the time I’d speak into existence
The all-consuming Universe,
Invoking the curse of the ages
Once foretold by the star-struck sages
Feasting on the nothingness
Of their own hunger.

So too my stomach rages…

So give me a word,
One word,
And I will know what to say.
Or you could offer a smile,
And after a while
Behold! A poetic night transformed to day.