Monday, January 29, 2024

The Future Is Now

Hubris across the ages,
the ledger stays up tonight.
And this is likely how
this phase will come to be,
billions of people filling up
with hubris,
minds destroyed by
incomprehensible hubris, 
holes punched in paper
giving way in ring binders
full of hubris,
I'm served car crashes,
which are sometimes
anger, or exhaustion,
or distraction,
but mainly they're hubris,
watching, muting,
watching more,
the hole I plug in my phone 
springs a leak somewhere else,
leaking, car crashes,
hubris,
not hope, or redemption
as Kowalski sees a glint
between the bulldozer blades,
smiles to himself,
guns it. 

1 comment:

  1. many of your poems feel like i'm inside a beautiful inner monologue, this one especially. direct and unfiltered yet lyrical

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