World is burning with fiery unrest
while my winter blows icy trees
with wavering irrelevance.
Every statement’s a lie
invested with political leanings:
Sinners as saviors in mad jumble
of propaganda-led confusion:
denial, diversion, destruction.
This is painful shortened breath
of death’s shiny new decade,
innocence piling on top of
vanity’s bonfire like birthday candles,
and there’s no escaping
mad heat surrounding:
increasing with age.
Make a wish quickly,
one to blow it all away.
Enrage. Repeat. Engage.
Eyes closed to blow. – mh clay