Because the volcano has gone into rehab for satanic eruptions,
while bankers deejay the Stones’ best screwing songs.
Because the delete button is powerless to restore sanity, while tornadoes
rip tenure right out of the trees. Because riots are no longer any fun.
Because viral worms have invaded the motherboard, while democracy leaks
from the bucket. Because the apocalypse can’t even spell its own name.
Because the sun powders its face with gold, while the void laments
its lost bones. Because Medusa keeps sending Valentines.
Because I love you amidst too much information,
let me just say, the world is complicated,
but never as complicated
as our next kiss
or as simple.
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Will Nixon’s latest poetry book is If Not in Heaven, Then in Saugerties, a town portrait in poems that he began during the Covid lockdown and completed four years later as we stumble forward. His other books include My Late Mother as a Ruffed Grouse and Love in the City of Grudges. He lives in Kingston, New York. willnixon.com
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