BIG FAT ANGELS

still they complain     that the first annihilation of the oceans     

was premature

in black and white     undocumented                                at best

with van gogh painting selfies

in front of roaring plains

baked in hues of gold                                                       and soft embers

from a timely onset of the end of days

and box office asteroids                                                   sprayed

out like dull mirages on the glowing canvas

and the mammoth in the room                                                   

obviously

being the embarrassing lack of a profit margin                 shindigs

wasted on the moderate

prophylactically                                                               obscuring

even the final skyline

with temperance

 - - -

there is so much     to be unsaid

                             about the red wheelbarrow

                                                                             and it never rains

                                                                             and the chickens

lie murdered by boredom and standards

                                                                             and now

your severance package is ready:     

cold alphabet soup