As For The Fear

As For The Fear

Who spilled this syrupy music into my head? In a shattered zip code, stray dogs howl old blue aches through a new pinkish fog. I sip liquid darkness from a Styrofoam cup and growl whispery bile to God. A terrorist was killed by a drone today, but I don’t feel any less frightened. Blackbirds congregate on downtown power lines, and discuss how to escape the prophesied annihilation. Wish I had wings and/or options.   

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

I had to laugh, the ending is so surreal and true.

[Amy Bumpas]

It seems if we don't have wings, or options, what else is there...no escape I
suppose...

[_mal]

Amazing