“À l’aurore, armés d’une ardente patience,
nous entrerons aux splendides Villes.”
It begins as another day in Paradise,
but things go quirky quickly.
The sun rises uncertain and weak
as a horny old man’s tamed erection.
Demented joggers run toward certain death.
Cairn Terriers study their prayer books.
All the lions are fatigued and bored.
A water buffalo hides in the water cooler.
Poets become plumbers and lead rich lives.
The unwelcome past arrives for a visit.
You don’t bother to offer it a drink.
Birds fall silent and adopt poker faces.
America steps on the heads of immigrants.
Super glue holds the social fabric together.
Cracks appear in every hard boiled egg.
Scientists prove true love a hallucination.
Amazon becomes a non-profit charity.
The Rapture occurs as the stock market
hits 50,000, wiping away all gains.
A tsunami of truth floods the earth.
Donald Trump chops down a cherry tree.
Frustrated feminists retire to pink boudoirs
demanding satisfaction at #MeNow!
Politicians voluntarily take coffee enemas
hoping to get government flowing again.
Crows gather with an eye toward murder.
Teachers armed with AR-15s take hostages.
A drone strike vaporizes NRA headquarters.
The sea suddenly gives up all its secrets.
The CIA solemnly promises not to tell.
Things are exactly as they should be.
It begins as another day in Hell.