It’s an apocalyptic feel,
isn’t it? As we carry our shit
like it makes any difference
in the rockets’ red glare.
Conventional. Thermal. Cellular.
Take your pick. Place your bets.
Either way we fall. Leaving it to
the scholars hence
to examine our umbrage.
Our shit. Our shit. It’s always
our shit left behind no matter how vengeful
the flood. How concussive our personal weaponry.
and the channels
devoted to it.
and the lack
Mike Jurkovic is a 2016 Pushcart nominee; his poetry and musical criticism have appeared in over 500 magazines and periodicals. Full length collections, smitten by harpies & shiny banjo catfish (Lion Autumn Press, 2016) Chapbooks, Eve’s Venom (Post Traumatic Press, 2014) Purgatory Road (Pudding House Press, 2010) Blue Fan Whirring, haiku & short poems, due 2017 Nirala Press. Anthologies: 11/9 Fall of American Democracy Anthology, 2017 (Independent) WaterWrites & Riverine (Codhill Press, 2009, 2007) Will Work For Peace (Zeropanik, 1999). President, Calling All Poets, New Paltz, NY. www.callingallpoets.net. Music features, interviews, and CD reviews appear in All About Jazz and the Van Wyck Gazette. His column, “The Rock n Roll Curmudgeon,” appeared in Rhythm and News Magazine, 1996 – 2003.
He loves Emily most of all.