Climate Change

painting by Andre Derain

Freeway traffic, flowing, like lava.

What does unlimited mean?

Answers concealed in distressed wood.

A 9.5 lb. lobster cut me off.

I was like oh no.

Not on my route.

You want to start some shit?

I don’t give a fuck.

In the wake of flux

A faction is born.

A sort of

Understanding I guess,

Everybody waiting for the ten-year to go up,

To bring them closer to the people

And the things they love,

But right now they're sitting in my front yard.

Across devices I hear panic sweeping.

The sound flickers but

It’s not gunfire, it’s the refrigerator.

Don’t get your paddle twisted.

When deputies arrived, they found a fifteen-year

Fixed, throwback merch,

And the artist at work,

Subverting the dominant codes.

 

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