we won’t care

we won’t care

until glaciers haunt

our coastlines

we won’t care

until black monoliths

melt but move with impetus

we won’t care

until monstrosities block

NYC’s sunrise

we won’t care

until slush the color

of asphalt will wash up

we won’t care

until the evidence

chokes our trash infested beaches

we won’t care still

because we’ll all be dead

Feed the Piranhas

Curate This Philly has published my poem, “Feed the Piranhas.” The piece delves into the mind of a caricature artist on the boardwalk who has PTSD and his reaction to the crowds and fireworks.

Feed the Piranhas