Planet Panic
doom tarot reading
disaster stars
worry on top of worry
I spar with this flood
my head under choppy foam
thalassophobia is a titan
tell me air ain’t getting sharper
veins were plump
at the beginning
over time they fell off
now they’re plastic
hollow curly worms
I’m still drinking oil
hottest summer no change
winter feels wrong too
the town butcher has been
seeing anomalies
not enough blood
odd meat flaky bones
he shrugs them off
my connect a rot dealer
fill my cup
he thinks that gambling
is the only plan left
counting down counting up
big dice small ziploc bags
double or nothing
old mines are opening again
I hear advertisements on the radio
platinum miners claiming there are
answers underground
answers for nightmare riddles
join the dig
sounds like a waste of time
I want more clarity
right now
meanwhile scientists crowd labs
putting mice through panic attacks
blind with a vague target
how to reverse overheating
hide the knife
sky still on fire
weight of the ghost
I’m hoping for
a little more time
before last call