how long are the days
as life slips through your fingers
rushing to nowhere.
winter of discontent
i’m stabbed in the back
by the hope of climate change.
icy discontent.
feeble people
the groveling thoughts.
the sniveling of small minds.
neanderthal needs.
future past
in the dreams of men
future worlds are remembered.
the future perfect.
wet are my tears
water splits the ice
and gushes wet arteries.
bleeding to the seas.
live logically
the vulcan within
tames the flames of broiling hearts.
the logical life.