The Same from Moonscreen by David Woodruff

It’s the same, almost the same everyday.
Little shame, wake with handheld dismay.
You know better, bathed in blue light display.

Touch of gray, Mayer’s shredding today.
Scroll this way, gerrymandering play.
Full of static, full of habits to change.

“Don’t even worry,” some post will say.
“The end is coming, or so we pray.”
Caldera ticking, blow us away.

Nation shame, it’s the same everyday.
The refrain, is “resistance”— okay.
uncomplacent, turn your face to the flame.

“Don’t even worry,” some post will say.
“The end is coming, or so we pray.”
Caldera ticking, turn us to clay.

• Alternative
• soft-cringe
• Bloomington