2019 began in an escalation of global red mist
descending as rain dismal,
thick as a smoke-filled burning forest,
burnt–one’s eyes,
choked–one’s throat
smothered–one’s future.
Ashes
thrown over normal dreams,
stamped out
forgotten as relics:
familial bliss,
true friendship,
real love
as networks project life’s seconds
lived before all
fashioned as nonfiction
when every starred selfie is posed after preened
selected, edited, then projected forward to viral attain.
Fantasized
love
in a myriad of period pieces
though time is not actually given to develop relationships
unmasked. To learn of forgiveness to ask.
Ancient past
faltering present
supernaturalized or demonized future
are the tasks of writers
to lessening attention spans contain
as advertisers attack
to consumers maintain.
Films of Vampires
the eternal romanticized reality of imaginative youth
since held no taught proof
of humanness internationally seen in daily life
to be screened as attainable
as rebellion
slight or large
is upheld
as the chosen course.
Immortal in fame
after death in flames, shootings, or another terroristic game
fictionalized
as the only other
viable
recourse.
A shame.
ITH & SB 