Fridge Poetry 26 - Drowning culture

A sucker society.

Sleeping in until

the gold mine’s gone

and only discovering it

out of being too poisoned,

too drunk,

too damned,

too easy to ever think

tonight could be the

night

of

nights

with the sun falling

into the sea,

and all the gods

mortal and miserable,

as finite as

you and me.