(m)End the World

It's morning and sirens sound from outside my bedroom window, someone's laying dead in their apartment all alone, and I can't even begin to contemplate the depth of their fate when it's too early to easily remember my name or the date or anything the news decides to give us today. It's strange; to feel lost in an age where tragedy only makes the front page if they're salaciously slain. 

I don't have many memories from pre-teen, a post-modern objective emotional scene when I didn't have anything but the roots at my feet, the sun in my hair falling onto my sleeves, leaving fingerprints, not caring to be seen, post-apocalyptic dreamer is now on the main screen.

it changes things
this routine
game we play
like it's novelty

People are so concerned with this ridiculous scheme of who can get the most of everything...but not me. 

Tired of miscommunication, a nation in dire need of a holistic transformation, but everyone's too tired or too busy to do anything that doesn't serve their immediate needs. 

If you need me, I'm up in space
looking for a new carbon-based
planetary wonderment 
that knows how to appreciate
what they have
because it's always too late

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem told the truth.
"Tired of miscommunication, a nation in dire need of a holistic transformation, but everyone's too tired or too busy to do anything that doesn't serve their immediate needs. "
I told my kids. Know your words and the leaders. Few concerns for the common folks. A strong ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[j.l. luna]

Yes! How old are your children?

[Coyote Poetry]

I have four children. Last one is off to college on 12 November.