Everything I Own, a Dystopian Dream

My slut-desire for a bankroll of love, movie line wait for true romance
Hourglass heart running out of sand, twittered intention to end hunger,
My cell phone ringing mass murder, Buddha-delusion to heal the mind
Prophetic wisdom on a fool’s errand, tabloid wish to be some super hero
Dildo desire to fuck Mr. Trump, glittering cities on buffalo bones, soul
On the altar of power and beauty, Alt-Right nose up the low racist ass
Anarchist answers to old questions, disaster aid on misanthrope Visas

Our house of cards with the usury windows, big wheels claim to Jesus
Monitor heads blinking with cancer, a Starbucks cup full of dead poems
Sex Pistols fist on a Mozart cock, pornographic priest with his boy stars
Pig hooves on the backs of the poor, bump car pillows, insomniac beds
Kids in mind numbing debt– but is there hope for us? Toxic rainbows
With peak-oil pots, the Religious Right making ISIS tanks and bombs
Saintly ideals with demonic halos, yes, we are great, the new Babylon.

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The poem above first appeared on Poetry Super Highway: http://poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/2018/02/poetry-brittany-shea-rayn-roberts/