The Day of Seven Billion Nightmares
He said:
"Flowers come here to die."
I laughed.
All the best tragedies
arrive in threes.
... with dreams of shattered trees.
Fuck your holidays.
Articles of the sky's rebellion
bit by bite.
Attack in spite
An eagle or a kite
Of today's forecast...
Of today's forecast...
"That's not rain
fck-fce"
The confession of deep-sins
in the past
precede newer, fresh sins.
These sins compound one
upon each other.
In every pocket in your pants.
Remember when everyone
woke-up and had a nightmare to tell?
Seven billion nightmares
Seven billion stories.
Not one of them good.
None of them interesting.
No more dreaming in color.
No more choice.
No more difference.
It's no longer your priveledge.
It's your bourden.
An old man at any age
is a man that realizes
that one day he will die.
He accepts the terms and conditions ...
and varied requirements
of the grim reaper
and his burdens.
"It is what it is"
... Please hit me with
a ball-peen hammer
and surrender my body
to the crows!
Commence taking inventory
of available weapons
and their accessability...
No knives. No bullets no guns.
...well now...
jst.fck.me!
A young man thinks he is immortal.
They walk tall and strong.
They smile wide and hunt pussy
They drink cheep beer
In well-lit back alleyways...
Alleyways (without menace)
in their fucking flip-flops.
They don't love that alleyway
like they should...
Young men are fools.
Ive been there.
Done that.
(Except for the flip-flops)
I was a fool once too.
Driving 175 miles an hour
Bumping fist
To those I wish
to keep at arms length.
Your pathetic prophet,
Is someone else's god.
This is my nightmare.
I implore you, stay away.
Gather...
Your strength...
is a microwave oven
set on high.
Beep-beep-Beep
You are soooo done.
The Day of Seven Billion Nightmares
by Shawn Abnoxious March.2014
(special Thanks to T-Wray)
