Vanilla Afterthoughts

Strange how everything evolves except love it just comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor- Hate and destruction have evolved We went from clubs, bow and arrow to a fetish for nuclear diseases. If love had evolved missiles would forever sleep in their rattlesnake dens we'd have repurposed howitzers to flower gardens black words would reverse course before having intercourse with hate and death but we're a harsh species an eight eyed tumor on fire -a species on the precipice of mass extinction Many are wants -demands -desires instant gratification at our soft fingertips patience and empathy once callused into the psyche are now an annoyance an open wound on the genitalia of ego a sterile afterthought Strange how everything evolves except love it comes in just one sweet-fleeting flavor Hate has evolved Rape-Beheadings have become blasé bloody brooks and streams and wounded knees poison clouds and plutonium ponds Jesus can't come soon enough.