September 2018 Collage Poem: The Earth is Burning
Strange seasons clip and slash new life
The hot sand blows into my soldier’s rations
The robot newsreader sounds like comical Ali
Bacon butties served under sniper fire
World’s end to wellies, flip-flop relief for Achilles
Do I deserve to be loved?
Drowning in an eternal sea of despondency
I rise up and say no
The season changes the earth burns
Naked birds fly while trees cry
Feedback on the dark side means death for me
Shadows fluttering in twilight
Coughing out stop bugging me with awful poetry.