Lately, little disappointments
rumble through the nowhere space
where I’ve laid to rest my good intentions.
Information retention is on hold
and/or sold out. I urge everyone not to blink.
Something cynical this way comes,
and shit, is it furious!
I’ve had it with these never-ending forays
into the morass of baseless assumptions
which has steadily formed around this,
our Zeitgeist. Sometimes,
I wish I were criminally insane,
and others. Today, however,
I wish I were a hydrogen bomb.