Tornadic Aphorism Buster

Black walnut rain
a pounding hail from on high
judgment of storm cloud
snorted up the tornado’s proboscis
as it snuffles forest and dirt
sowing its eradicating path
plucking clean the branches of the tree
for only one reason
all adages, all clichés
must be laid waste
and here, pelting earth
a dozen miles from their birth
the nuts fall
far from the tree

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The Leper Shall Inherit the Sea

A perfect picture of humanity:
an oceanside swimming pool, full
the sea, empty
and if you know this scene comes from a commercial
one for a prescription skin cream
then your understanding will be as clear
as humankind’s collective hide

Rat Tangle

Narcissism dipped in the screen
handheld moonbeam to the eyes
a vision of you
directed back at you
merrily mirrored into the stream
self-selected data flow
info squeeze to appease
all your bias belong to them
pickled, packed, catalogued
inquire to the choir
the song sang sung to familiar tune
black orbs vacant
in the shining rectangle of light
oily reflections on the meniscus of the dream
sponge to the spill
more of you absorbing darkly inward
re-enforcement chain
concatenated spiral burrows
feeding on you, feeding you
paper vultures on thermals glide
unconcerned whether dead or alive
robots click, people click
through, through, through
numbers are numbers
days of you spent knowing you
staring back luminescent snarl
in the blinding rat tangle of blight