The New Normal

The shadows of the trees are getting longer now, and meaner.
Pretty soon they’ll kill us all and dance on our graves.
The piano sat for a long time in silence waiting for someone to speak its language and when you did,
When you touched its face as softly as the air,
It only spat at you.
The grass reached up your legs, tickled your shins and gripped your knees
Before dragging you all the way down.
The sky’s not there anymore.
It gave no hint of its going away.
Maybe it didn’t like being taken for granted.
Maybe it was never really there at all.
The clouds may have gotten tired of having to carry the sky on their backs.
The stars may have gotten tired of having to stare at you from so far away.
There are mountains at the bottom of the ocean that nobody’s ever climbed.
The pressure at the bottom of the ocean would pop you like a cherry.
Nothing is forbidden. Nothing can be forbidden.
Nothing is forgiven. Nothing can be forgiven.
Nothing changes. Nothing can change.
Photos by (top-bottom) Rob Cartwright,  Unknown, Hank Shaw

Published by mikepowernyc

Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in various publications, including Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.

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