Swiiiing Batta [2024]

dissociation
bad habits in the racks
mental wormhole in the woods, though ecstatic
I can feel time
eggs dying
Hair going gray
less collagen
looser grip
determinism
loosen the grip to apathy, anarchism
birth rates dropping
but they are there
and there they are
those who inherit the earth / what’s left of it
new world order
it has all already been written
so we are mimes headed to the mines
what do we hope for?
net zero by 2030
what about the pesticides and microplastics?
0 to 100 real quick
This was supposed to be about me
not Mother Planet
But wait
2 mirrors facing each other
She is me
I am her
She dissociates, so she determines
the woods are the only place I feel not sick anymore
Can barely rip myself out
I WANT IT ALL GREEN, DO IT ALL IN GREEN!
And if not green then brown, then red-grey,
puffs of petal pinks
whispers of warm whites
drops of purple, vincas and irises
I witness the art form that I am
Then return to the fabricated circus
With my brain turned to mush
Heart left miles behind
I didn’t go today – what happened to me?
time is running out
Ohhhh the children.
You’re up next to bat! Swiiiing batta