Trump’s Anthropocene

cratered bromides, pockmarked and punched through by carve-outs and concessions; we seeking some sort of no-miracles settlement amidst the commotion; the sundial that marks the outside sunny hours only; so true to its date and so false to its subject; a bit like the corpse having to drive the hearse;

that is purely gestural and deeply destructive; only happiest with the work he’s defaced; jumping in with berserk ideas before fading out; the welfare state replaced by the save-yourself-if-you-can mentality of the-only-thing-between-you-and-death-is-you; when the juice is no longer worth the squeeze; on the edge of the burn pit;

some so proficient at describing the water we’re drowning in; akin to Nestlé commercializing water and selling it back; a touch more panic-room chic, shall we?; today’s omnipresent binary of Oppressor/Oppressed; self-important things were better in the past; grandiose proclamations followed by appalled second looks;

otherwise, sofa realism instead of the general strike

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