It's OK To Leave

It’d be alright to leave those hoarse shouts and their whorish screams far behind

Don’t need to see every bit of the open land turned into monocrops for the surging poor

I can sadly hand the skinny babies back to their undernourished and dirty mothers

No real need to stick around to watch every last large animal simply be wiped out

It’s OK to leave and let their sad, greedy and pointless drama play on out without me

No reason to watch the poison, litter, dust and destruction just keep on spreading

It’ll be nice not hearing the constant roar of jackass traffic filling them with road rage

Wont bother me to not have to get all my information from corporate advertising media

I can just remove their vivid implanted dreams of that credit card faux-luxury without any fear

It might actually be safe and good not to see the latest in sports championship hyperbole

I won’t need to be sad to miss either foolish talk shows or trivial project schedules

You just don’t have to stick around for the intellectual poverty of the onrushing Modern Dark Ages

I can safely move on without jeopardizing even a bit of our blindly venal self-destruction

I don’t have to watch economic needs savagely destroy the only environment that supports them

It’ll be alright not to unwillingly help as we poison the very family nests we so carefully build

I really wont miss the unending statistics of habitat dicing, degradation and destruction

It’ll be good not helping reduce all rivers to stagnant green canals filled with our toxic sludge

I’ll be glad not wasting fossil water feeding indigestible grain to tortured factory cattle

Wont learn how the entire world ocean filled with microscopic plastic litter particulates

What a relief not hearing about no-bid, cost-plus, auto-renewing military contracts again

Not required to debt finance any more of the institutionalized ongoing insanity called war

Cant be forced to witness more witless and unsmiling cruelty in the name of any of our 1 true gods

Its OK to leave even before the blindly self-destructive climax occurs in its own good time

You don’t have to be there as the earth shrugs us off without even a geologic trace

It’s alright to miss the great human die-off that’s shortly to slap us all back into darkness

It’ll be easier than trying to survive without either our technology or ancestral wisdom

Don’t worry that you’d ever be missed in the self-trampling consumerist stampede

If you will just relax and step away from that blatting big screen for a moment, sir

No one will notice you walking off into a polluted sunset during their nightly commute

It’s not necessary that you see this foolish waste and destruction to its bitter end

It’s OK to end your mandatory participation in this vast de-construction that we call progress

You need not worry they might turn the filthy tide from selfish greed to steady state

Fear not that your presence is required as we descend into poverty, ignorance and filth

Lo, the increasing heat, mass extinction and habitat destruction are now self-sustaining

Their stale & fictional gods wont be poised to punish you for setting off upon your own

It’s OK to leave at any time for it’s all the same to the beckoning void that silently awaits

Dirty Fire

When we arrived on scene the dump still burned, but there were not too many flames

Beneath its thin layer of sanitary dirt, methane was formed and had ignited

Gashed mattresses, horribly soaked couches, sunken birdcages and rancid fish smoldered

I knew I had been finally proved a sinner, finding myself in this disgusting hell

Bleach and paint thinner, used oil and sour milk, sullied rain and breaded cat poop

Beheaded dolls, twisted pink T-shirts, broken chicken bones and rotting garden hoses

Rancid vegetables and jagged metal and all kinds of rejected plastic, everywhere

Wet brown advertising material in every orientation crushed by broken bike wheels

The bronzish smoke of hell itself filled eyes and lungs as mice and bugs scuttled off

Of course the roar of crushers and bulldozers drowns out all normal communication

Skeletal swingset frames groan terribly as they are painfully twisted aside

Brake fluid coated propane cylinders bob ominously to the slimy brown surface

Avalanche and landslide dangers keep us on toes layered deep in pungent slime

Our water leaches out a myriad of chemicals as it begins to flow downhill

Old-timers laugh and inhale the smoke and doubt a liquid plume can reach the river

Half-eaten waffles coated in dirty tissue paper cover a crumpled dress raped by a toothy 2x4

The unknown liquids of our innocent household trash leach into a vile HazMat stew

Blowed-out tires and old chimney bricks, concrete rocks and dirty washing machines

Sharp metal shelving shards contaminated with that muddy paste spear at the unwary

Spattered business printouts anchored by soupcans unfold under shady, torn-up car seats

Here and there twisted metal smokes and burns even at the cool ground level

Heat and CO2 rise from the mattress-like surface we walk upon to do our good work

Rotten rope from a hammock lies twisted into the undoable knots by the hand of God

Discarded carpet partially unrolled leads one to somewhere, off beneath the rubble

Over there an infirm pet has been committed without undue ceremony

Box springs at odd angles trap feet and toss us face first toward the sludge

Tarred fast food wrappers decorate discarded furniture like they ate and ran

However, we all remain quite complacent cause this landfill fire’s been burning for many years