how are you?
.
fine
every thing’s fine
yep
I’m fine…it’s all fine,
fine, unless, of course, you consider
our prez
is bat-shit crazy…that,
and realizing
world war three’s
a heartbeat away
.
our cities are frozen by ice
while a gold, bunkered ballroom rises 
to entertain oligarchs 
there’ll be no cake nor crumbs for children
no healthcare 
for the 
ailing, no
help from spineless sycophants 
drunk with power
their blood-thirst quenched by hate
.
prisons…
let’s not go there…really 
let’s just say that
nobody 
no body
should go there…except perhaps…well..
I’m sorry,
you asked? 
I woke up this morning…yay!
that’s good, right? If only more were woke

~kat

Another pi-sequence poem (syllable count per line: 3.1415926535 8979323846. 2643383279) that I accidentally erased, and had to rewrite. That is how my day went today. Is there a planet in retrograde somewhere? Anyhow. Today’s sunset came to the rescue once again. Sorry if all these sunsets are becoming boring to you. As for me, I cherish every single one.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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