Thursday, May 18, 2017


We evolved for small tribes, which seemed good
Until overshoot changed our hood;
Since then we’ve resorted
To make-dos contorted,
And managed the best that we could.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Reefer Madness

We’re totally fucked, as you see,  
And there’s no way that we can break free;
I’m not someone who plugs     
That the answer is drugs, 
But they seem to be working for me.

Sunday, May 14, 2017


Laugh when folks claim doom’s a hoax,
Seek distraction from favorite strokes,
Try to pretend
That this isn’t the end—
At some point, you run out of jokes.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

On Increasing Awareness That WASF

I’m more and more certain of late
That we haven’t much longer to wait:
I believe more and more
We can’t change what’s in store,
And ever more strongly in fate.

Monday, April 24, 2017


“Make the most of each day,” it is said,
“With the time left before we’re all dead!”
Well, I’ve had it—the stuff
That I’ve done is enough:
I say “Fuck it!” and go back to bed.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Bargaining via “If”

If I could grow wings, I would fly,
But I can’t—that’s why I don’t try;
If there wouldn’t be doom,
We’d be fine, I assume,
But there is, and we’re all going to die.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Acceptance: It’s Simple!

Here’s a truth which you can’t disavow:
In the end, life is no cat’s meow;
It’s getting quite late
For accepting your fate—
Let me know if you figure out how.