Cargo Cult
we’re devastated
on our backs
bracing for
the next attack
still drinks
in the fridge
cheese
under the lid
packages sometimes
arrive unopened
another Mideast
massacre unfolding
currency’s currently
underwater
delivery trucks still running
our desperate orders
in this cargo cult
I’ve got you involved
Tarzan and Jane
in chanson
to this cargo cult
I’m enthralled
while time runs
in and out
I build this sarcophagus
brick by brick
by imported novels
and Blu-ray boxsets
I’ve decided to put Greg’s kid
in the will
I don’t know who else
would get it
good life is never
won by degrees
doctorates colonizing
your feelings
happy inside
my force field pull me out
well-done my pages
are burning