Sour Apes

SOUR APES

we just bought new curtains
after intense deliberation concerning color and size
got a bill i’m pretty sure we already paid
the team i root for always loses
the siding needs repair
i’m going to start doing yoga
the documentaries we watch have diminishing psychic returns
make us sick, and we’re not sure why, but we’ve reached information saturation
ingesting more terrible news would be toxic at this point
it seems we are the last gasping firework of humanity
fizzling across an ocean of black pitiless sky
content to watch our world burn away
as long as the colors are fantastic and hold our attention
someday there will be a reckoning, we assume, we are told
but the show is loud and full of pretty disasters
designed by talented artists, to capture and keep our attention
my eyes are getting really bad, i might have to get glasses
but i don’t mind everything fuzzy, out of focus, unclear
just a smooth squirming of mostly pleasing forms
he keeps sending me terrifying articles
i used to read them, but now i mark them as trash
he tries to discuss issues with me, but i don’t listen
i have been removed from the river of hysterical terror
also known as awareness, have embraced the dull title
of spectator, issue dodger, passionless mouth of inane need
hidden away in obscure comfort, quiet, unmolested
eking by, clinging to nothing, touching the rock of
indisputable truth, only in dreams and half remembered
selves, i’m not sure ever existed
i could question his motives, but choose to think he is
merely upset, and wants company, i once reminded him
that we recycle, then asked what else i could do
he said i should spread awareness of helplessness
i see massive barges passing by slowly, indistinguishable
from each other, and wonder what the multi colored containers
have brought, and what they are taking away
lacking x ray vision, i see the slow, blind, grinding inevitable