2 poems from “WEST — TEXAS”

the crazies!  

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ecology corrupted.  

barracuda breathing chemical sheen in the water,  

 

something strange in the air, something changing in our brains,  

earth is asking us what did we do.  

 

split synapses unsure of how to move  

dehydrated bodies filled with microplastics and glue.  

violence erupting.  

was it the trains on fire burning the ozone black,  

 

or men experimenting again, the chemicals combine and react.  

corporate capital agencies pay to spill and redact  

 gunman in the lobby plans his mass attack,   the world keeps warming as it moves.  

toxic rainfall  

leaks through the tv screen  

 hypnotizing the lonely and the caught in-between,   all of us caught up between want and need  

 to love and be seen, to fuck or to fly.  

 time to fight, buy, or die, you choose.  

(what more do you have to lose.)  

blood in the bathwater,  

bad weather on the news, a storm coming.  

 what will everybody do when the world ends at the hands of   mad men with

heads full of nothing.  

world wide wailing and mania reign supreme,  

all day all we hear are the screams of machines. 

the road  

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gas station to gas station, engine on fire.  how many more miles until the end of the line  how many more times do i stop and take time to  gather all the things i keep to myself.  

is there more to this life than ambition and desire?  constant cataclysms, all the conspiring  collaborators carving out the road lines.  stop signs designed to keep you from going.  

gas station to gas station, mean gasoline.  how many more miles until the blacktop turns green  how many more times can the sun set and sing  sad songs about a journey gone on too long.  

sour faced saul, what song shall i sing  on the road to redemption and purification.  some roads take me back to where i’ve already been  others take me onward and deeper within myself.  

gas station to gas station, losing my mind.  how many more miles until the mountainside  how many more times can the rocks slide  all the heavy stones pile and cover me.  

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trez.ten

trez.ten (he/him) is writing poetry and prose in the middle of nowhere texas, finishing up his saturn return in pisces, and praying to heal his scorpio moon as he completes his first collection of poetry. he has no previous publications in his past, but he has a bright future ahead of him. (instagram: @trez.ten / cash app: $trz10)

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