Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


the crazies
and their schemey dreams
of shots fired
into the snarling face
of lawful tyranny
and oh how glorious
is the liberating fire
within their bosoms!
jesus, what a bunch
of nutjobs,
i think,
not so far from the truth,
regardless of my sneers
and my own
tenuous grasp
on reality.
they act as if
they matter,
and i respond as if
i matter,
but the only thing
that does matter
is the unending
tapping out
the melting time
until unending darkness,
and why spend
that time

┬ęTA Barnhart December 29, 2020