the wibbly
wobbly little
blue orb
has managed
to circle
the flaming
ball of ever
expanding avarice
yet again as
the termites
idiotically continue
ruining the only
inhabitable rock
we have found in
reachable universe
to trade ease
for longevity

i am as much
microplastics as
failing meat
neatly preserved
in a downward
spiralling act
of entropy in
all its majestic
and dire descent
old enough to
recall when the
seasons were a
regular event
yet forced to
watch as they
shift forward by
a month or two
and winter moves
from december to
sometime in spring

a new year frought
with an ever quickening
sense of impending dooms
as we frantically circle
the half clogged drain
the fetid remains of
who we once were left
as mossy skeletons
buried under the silt
layers of compressed hubris
lining the watery graves
of the last bastion to
pass the buck to whatever
unlucky monstrosity climbs
to the surface after