the problem
with everything
crumbling around us
is how long we ignore
all of the cracks as
they began to splinter
across the placid sea
of teeming indifference

like needing to
go pee for hours
with no issue
until the front door
is within sight
and you suddenly
cannot move quickly
enough in desperation

we wander about in
the smoking rubble
seemingly confused
unbelieving or even
unaccepting all that
we let go into disrepair
actually fucking had
the audacity to fall apart

the turbulence makes
life appear to be a
passive solitary endeavor
as each new crisis sends
fresh cracks careening
along the surfaces we
prayed so lacklusterly
would maintain themselves

while each and every soul
is a shattered stained glass
refrain of futility trying
to keep the shards from
slashing as we maneuver on
through the fetid fields
bedecked in a delirium of
decadently dire dismays