World Running out of Water
The whole world
Seems to be
Getting hotter
And drier
And everywhere we go
Water supplies are stretched
To the breaking point
As the world
Faces a water shortage
Many big cities
Are running out of water
Farmers are desperate
And AI data centers
Are becoming huge
Water hogs
Making the situation
Even more precarious
And dire
The night rain cooled the following day, making it feel like winter. Climate change continues to wreck the weather, and spring days bloom in winter. Earthworm carcasses rot in drying puddles. Freshly cut grass soaks the air and drowns the lungs. A murder of crows pecks at the bloated insect bodies floating atop the grass. Their joyous caws echo across the overcast sky. The feathers on their swollen bellies gleam from my car's headlights.
"I'll have the 3-piece chicken strip combo with hot sauce, and a medium Cherry Coke." A crow waits below the drive-thru window.
"Here's your order." Medium Cherry Coke crosses the facing windows. "Than—" The crow strikes the brown bag and spills the order on the floor.
"Please pull around to the front, and I'll redo your order." The crow's laughter reaches the front of the building and follows the fast-food server back inside.
(“Crappy Collective Karma Happens Too Merit Badge”, 2014, original oil)
Asteroids are a real thing
And every time they come to visit Earth
Our old gal gets mighty hot
So hot it usually ushers in a whole new era
Of flora and fauna.
Now we might like the old
Especially when it includes us
But we also tend to like the new
Especially when it includes us.
In other words we humans are selfishly fickle
But also smart enough to know
It’s no use to try and stop an asteroid
Or cry over the cataclysmic changes they bring.
So what do we do?
Put on a happy face,
Bury the dead, rebuild the cities,
And if that doesn’t work
Hope some of our junk DNA at least
Survives the purging fires
To rise phoenix-like
Into the next stage of Earth’s life.
At some point we outgrow the limits
Of our individuality, let alone humanity
And see we’re really only
Walking, talking blobs of Earth.
(11/11/25)
The inconvenient truth
Is that Earth’s climate is ruled by Sun
Not humans, with our engines of fire.
Earth’s systems of homeostasis
Boggle and awe the mind
That gathers the data to build its models
Of hubris.
Everywhere around us it appears
It is us who rules, in cities, fields and farms.
But when we look up at a sky of stars, wind and rain
We are reminded with wisdom and humility
Just who and what it is that actually rules
And how our job is not to control
But simply adapt and bend to change.
(10/30/25)
Rain, the supple daggers that shatter upon a window,
sprinting down its slippery surface
racing towards the ground.
The individual drops turn and twist
spiraling, earthbound.
Teardrop diamonds cut gracefully through
the air falling,
falling into an array of brown, blue and black,
the world around them parting a path.
A red carpet to the land.
They dive headfirst, plummeting into foreign lands;
buildings, bricks and slate-tiles roofs.
A sense of nostalgia?
As if they'd been here before,
but they were not them
and we were not us.
In a solemn cloud crystalline droplets rejoice.
They tie a parachute of sunlight to their waists,
watch as the narrow ray is sliced
into ribbons, flowing across the horizon.
Between concrete pillars
and above the barren fields,
a melancholy beauty.
Under a scorching sun,
tiny molecules rise
doggedly chasing the blue above.
Few will reach a destination
and scarcer a meaningful one
but each promises life.
They have been here before
though everything was different,
and easier.
the rain makes me think about you
and how i miss who you used to be
it's dark and gloomy
perfectly mirroring how i feel now
i would've never seen you like this
you used to be so beautiful in my eyes
a sunset over the ocean
big bright stars in the night
a rainbow stretched through the sky
i never thought i'd see you as rain
you always put me in the best moods
a smile on my face in the darkest times
now you're the one taking away my peace
giving me even darker times
ones i didn't know existed
i genuinely never saw this coming
maybe from anyone else, sure
but never from you
we've always been inseparable
how much of it was a lie?
i can barely even stand to look at you now
without thinking of everything
do you think about it too?
when you look at me?
you'll now always be my rain
and i'm not sure i'm anything to you
what comes tomorrow
leaves some elements of doubt
earths rain wind and fire
seems to dominate the skies
save for our eternal light
arctics melting ice
overflowing tropic isles
oceans reclaim land
earthquakes raise tectonic plates
tsunamis obliterate
carbon dioxide
polluting earths atmosphere
fossil fuels banned
net zero global warming
when will mankind understand
8 / 15 / 2025
Our greenhouse gases pour and pour
And now we see the latest score.
Something’s gone wrong with atmosphere
As rising temperatures we fear.
But we’re clever and we’ll fix it
It will not drop us in the s--t.
So still we dump more see-o-two
That disappears into the blue.
Carbon we keep on burning it
Because it brings healthy profit.
We pollute and we walk away.
But perhaps it is time to pray.
River makes its final clunk
Between
Hills
Rolling boulders like turtle shells
Empty of their mouths and hearts
River bent
Flailing legs and neck
No longer reflects
The sun and moon
From water’s absence down its back.
Turns her terrible brittle head
From me
Teeth gnashing on the spools of willow
To her memory
When mud was forest
Footsteps
Croaking with frogs and dazzled with dragonflies
Ringed in a halo of cold fog.
We are dying
Together
Not angels nor even demons
But conquering visitors from a desert
Who brought nothing but the leech of desert
With us
Covering the entire Earth with insatiable thirst
And hunger
Kings and Queens for a day
Destroyers
Of those ceremony drums
Of gods and plants animals and language
When we lived as One
Gift
Strummed through the harp of gratitude.
Now, I seek a forgiving signal
From perhaps a divine wave
Coming from the dying Mother
This way
You poor skinless fool
The fire shall burn behind you
The entire Earth and its people
Which is all the things that flutter
Crawl walk and sing
"An empty bowl
With a spoon beside you."
12 when I wrote this, from the perspective of a mushroom.
My gills grasping at air, but the grass is not too far;
My scales glimmering stupidly to shine through watered tar.
And in the gaseous tarmac world, I shine here far too bright,
And oh, the air, too stale if for my gills to get it right.
I long to build a house and make a living off of sticks,
Press flowers to make bookmarks. Feather ink dips.
And for one day, to hear ... a knocking or a rattle
Of rats and pigeons at my door. To me, should they grapple
I wished to fly away with birds, claws ripping flesh and all
To find my new roots in the sky: frail, delicate, tall.
I wished to burrow in the ground when I must collapse.
I wish to hide me from the world. I wish for a relapse.
A tingle down my stem, my gills no longer pulchrify
My dirtied shine, my residue: I tell you, "eye for eye."
This vivid tarmac world around me, perfectly reflecting
How little you appreciated when we were worth defending.
Seasons
the Earth's rotations
the Earth's revolution
Seasons
the full moon
the half and crest moon
the moon's revolution.
Industrial revolution
man's achievement
Industrial revolution
Earth's doom
Industrial revolution
Man's demise
Man's gain, Oxygen's loss
Environment's loss
Carbon's gain
Green House gases
Ozone's nemesis.
(Written on the 20th of March, 2015)
Flash floods, prolonged droughts
Ozone's nemesis
Excessive heat, extreme cold
Ozone's nemesis.
Every tree felling
Is Oxygen's loss
Is Carbon's gain
Ozone layer depletion
Humanity losing out
In the end game.
The Earth is speaking soft and low,
In melting ice and winds that blow.
The fragile world, we watch it break,
With every storm and every quake.
The oceans rise,the forests thin,
A quiet battle deep within.
The rain that falls, the tides complain,
Are lessons hard for us to learn?
The rivers dry, the mountains mourn,
As nature's heart is bruised and worn.
But in the dark, there shines a light,
A chance to stand, a chance to fight.
Plant the seeds, let forests breathe,
Protect the life that lies beneath.
The world we craft, the love we show,
Will shape the land our children know.
So rise with heart and stand with grace,
So save this precious , sacred place.
For every action, great or small,
Can shape the future of us all.
Above is the place
I wish to race
Above is the face
I wish to grace
Where people dreams age
And where thunderstorms rage
The wildest dreams take courage
And where you feel the stars stage
Above is the Term
That we use when success has arms
The word that manifest richness alarm
Reminder of bellow and its germ
Reminder of the bare minimum firm
That has been bestowed on human farm
To the Darest point of life
To the darest point of achievements
Above is the habitat
That reminds us of climate change and stats
The human effects on what protects us from start
The deepest conversation and debate that doesn't need a flirt
Its effect grave on living organism on earth
And the word is deep in the heart
That indeed human should be reminded in an art
Of the beautiful nature we destroy without the guts
Of the ugliness it leaves and lives it hurts
Above is the pace
Where Motivation is driven and ridden
Word that keeps a vision not bedridden
The pace that reminds one to wake talents hidden
To betterment and change venture den
A world of production and not purely consumers.
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hurricanes howling
tornados and winter storms
climate deniers
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monster storms abound
nature does not care at all
the climate deniers lie
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