Earth Day Just before being bored to death people wonder whether creation is overrated, life like a listless game of pick-up basketball played between bored millionaire basketball players and everyone in Middle America suddenly realizes Middle America is just a collective hallucination, a broad black hole of nothing burning through the conceptual center of everything… Happy Earth Day! cries Jesus who bursts into the room just as everyone finishes filing out the door closing softly behind them. Listening to Birdsong in the Predawn Hours I hate it when I log on to social media and die a thousand deaths before I’ve finished my coffee. Even people I might want to see on my screen are buried beneath a barrage of multinational advertising and how fucked up is it that Dawn brand dish soap advertises not with pictures of brilliant plates, glasses, and spoons, but with fuzzy ducklings scrubbed of planet-destroying oil? In the dissolving gloom and looming new day I think about the relativities of suffering and die a few more times before throwing my phone out the window as pointless and expensive gestures are all I’m capable of. A storm has passed this way in the night and the air and streets are clean for the time being and all the trees very green. Nothing but birds singing in deep green. I hate it when I’m a hungover piece of shit and life insists on being beautiful.