panic is power -

full of frenzy and fury

but nature prevails

another year old

but not wise or bold enough

to wander wildly

what is a cult but

a human plague intent on

disease of reason?

the apocalypse

is both near and far away

as death and birthdays

when therapy hurts

and sleep feels safer than life

there’s always Bob Ross

not awake; can’t sleep

worn out from staying here with

eyes drooping open

drugs on drugs on drugs

meant to make us feel better

but the pill lords win

read all about it

such lengthy exposition

on humdrum sadness

how do boys grow up

in the never-never land

of toxic manhood?

when the sun goes down

faraway stars come to play

with the glowing moon