Tingly

I am not sure why

But it seems as if some

People want to live in a

Post apocalyptic world

Which is not going to occur



One that makes, ’em feel

All tingly inside

Like being in the lead cart

On a roller coaster ride

At the precipice of

Gravitational forces

The briefest moment captured

In perceiving to be alive

Or……

“You know when you’re sitting on a chair and you lean back so you’re just on two legs and you lean too far so you almost fall over, but at the last second, you catch yourself?

I feel like that all the time…”

Steven Wright




Besides, if, if, if, I am wrong

Out of all the blacks, whites,

Browns, reds, yellows, olives,

Hes, shes, theys, thems,

Jews, Christians, Muslims,

Buddhists and atheists

Nearly everyone will be dead

And I seriously doubt that

The leftover zombies will be

Be scouring through the

WordPress hard drives to find

Where I wrote that no

Apocalypse would occur

Just to prove I was wrong



While they can’t say anything

Clearly or directly, they give

Glimpses with innuendoes

So as not to be taken away

In a buckled straight jacket

In their version of being

On the side of good in the

Final battle over “evil” by

Doing the nothing they’ve done

Allowing “evil” to proliferate

That they think that “now”

They are going to conquer



Meanwhile, with all of

Their catastrophizing

The worst thing that happens

Is their favorite coffee shop

Is all out of carmel

For their macchiato



Because for 24 hours, 7 days

52 weeks year after year

The talking heads have been

Forecasting doom and gloom

Making the slightest hiccup as

Unbearable as all get out



Which has been absorbed with

All the caffeine in the Americano

They have been “forced” to order

Adding stimulant to the tingle

As they barricade themselves

In their homes behind the

Great cardboard wall of boxes

Arriving daily at the doorstep

Of constant consumption

Their only enemy being the

Porch pirates to steal the capstone

Of hopes and dreams






“There’s simply no polite way to tell people
They’ve dedicated their lives to an illusion.”

Daniel Dennett




“The phantoms
Of our imagination
Are as real as the
Beliefs in our brain”


– Angelo Devlin