Sleep, lying in dry river beds
Sold rapidly, buy the shore banks
Brains washed from corporate heads
Dried and neatly styled on fuel tanks

Rippled, ragged breaths of ashen air
Smog saturated sludge and stench
Precipitations drought and bare
Floating plastic water bottles’ island’s quench

External thermostat control is diplomatic
Hemisphere and atmosphere are fastened

Kings and Queens of trepid arid Earth
Dust harvests of genetically modified stock

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  1. David Hollywood

    There is a sense of the surreal in this poem, and almost like a Dali or Magritte image painted (or in this case expressed) for our imagination, and all wrapped up in an environmental and placement contradiction. I enjoyed it. Thank you.


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