29 of 30, 2015

Poem for Browsing Dank Memes

Cassandra is on a roll tonight, combustible
with ouzo and grinding on sailors. Everyone
loves a rich girl with a dirty joke. The future
sounds like it's kidding because the present
is a handshake of comfortable men agreeing
how we should feel about pictures. The hero
isn't the knight, the dragon, the princess,
but the blackfriar at his desk, copying verses
and counting beads. The stories all come
from somewhere else. That's the joke.