Summer arrives
and so does the pollen~
a tiny, floating army
armed with microscopic nun chucks
and zero remorse.
My nose becomes a weather siren,
blaring at every breeze.
My eyes water like I’m reading
the saddest novel ever written,
though I’m only looking at a tree.
Sneezes erupt with the force
of minor natural disasters.
Birds scatter.
Neighbors stare.
Small dogs reconsider their life choices.
I try to be graceful,
but grace is impossible
when your face is a faucet
and your sinuses are staging
a full-scale rebellion.
Still, I step outside~
brave, heroic, and congested
because summer is beautiful,
even if I can’t see it clearly
through the allergy apocalypse.
Sun fire like crimson
Blood red at the change of season
On a desolate planet of sand
A once sea turned to barren land
Dust clouds fly high in the atmosphere
Sun streaks red, as it sears
Scorched dry ground hot to the touch
Rocks and craters, rigid and rough
Canyons of oranges and gold
Nights that get ever so cold
The surface is inhospitable and droughty,
The skies swirling with dust, dense and cloudy.
Signs of life are long since gone
The entire planet is prawn,
A once vast and thriving society turned wasteland,
Burned hot by its sun’s brand.
Where there was once water
There are cracks and ravines
The sun burned hotter
Searing and scorching the land and the seas.
Looking down on the ruins that remain
It’s almost beautiful
The way death and destruction
litter the surface like stains
A once fruitful land turned fateful
By their own hand
All that’s left are cities buried in sand
After that moment a gray dust covers all
Invading the senses, casting a veil of despair
The prince of darkness will have his due
Oh cry ye fools, of this hell be you aware....
And what of the poets with blood on their pens
Huddled in dark corners, trying to understand
Making rhymes for only the night wind to read
In the end a homage of heart to a beloved land.....
We threaten the skies with our maniacal ascension
What's up is us now *****es, so I really hope you're listenin'
Irrational twitches and sharp women get the skin to stiffen
Drink everything in the vacinity
Until your stream of pee is nothing but the blood and limbs of your enemies
We keep on our feet
Quick step
Pitter patter
Stab us with your steely knives but you know it doesn't matter
More voices dance in the dome than the ****ing Mad Hatter
The arterial spray says it all
The proverbial writing on the wall
You picked up the phone but you'll never get to call
Our ruckus is suave
And will bring to fruition the fall of it all
In the distant thunder I can hear the sound of riders drawing near
A gathering storm that will soon hit with great force
The first rider will ride in on a white horse a bow by his side
He comes in the name of peace and good will, but he practices to deceive with
flattery and great skill
A red horse follows close on the first riders heels
He comes with a sword to take peace from the earth and cause men to kill
War shall ravage the land and the blood of men will flow as a river across the desert
sands
A black horse closes the distance
He will cause a great famine to spread over the land
Many shall cry out in hunger and pain as food shortages cause great strain.
Many shall die in this dark hour of need for there shall be found no grain or seed
Riding in at full gallop the fourth horsemen approaches
The name of this rider is Death and Hell follows close behind him
Men shall watch in defenseless terror, for unto the pale horse
Power is given to kill by the sword, with hunger and the beasts of the field
The time has come to sound a warning through the land for the approaching hoof
beats
of the apocalypse is nigh at hand
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