descent

i’m flinging out “fuck you”s 
like fornication is a greeting
going out of style-

no amnesty for the assholes,
and no pity for the pissed off;
get in line, why don’t you?

who the hell has time
for tenderness 
in this torn-up shit hole 
anyway?

and these days 
i don’t dream much;
real life is scary enough
without the self-inflicted scarring
from hindered hope
(me thinks you underestimate
the scope of this dilemma)

it's too late, losers,
we've engaged in indiscriminate
bridge-burning-

so squint your eyes,
through the ashes 
you can see 
god falling