ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: Anthropocene, by Joseph Dean

January is the cruellest month, this year, fucking
the population out of greed, mixing
politics with lust, and obsession with young girls.
I see a lion eating its young, and butterflies sleeping on a log in a river.
I see Gary Snyder masturbating in a forest, and he’s writing a poem about his orgasm.
I see a waterhole with clothes on the rocks beside it, and hear people shuffling, water splashing.

Outside of the forest, I see tourists taking pictures of brutalist architecture
and somewhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains, trees are being burnt to build a
Dollar Tree.

And I see a cyber truck parked next to Watauga River
and I see Richard Siken getting off in that river he said he
threw his sadness in.

And I see a high speed police chase on a highway
but someone is on the edge of the railing about to jump off
And I see the
And I see the
And I see the
And I see the
And I see the
And I touch myself to get away from it
And I feel the

And I feel every thing all the fucking time.
And I’m a good human nature case for Gary Snyder to write about
Maybe he can write a poem about bathing me.

And I’m a good major-depressive
hyper-sexual male case for Richard Siken to write about
Maybe he can write about me having sex while
I bleed

And everyone’s hungry
even the good men are

And everyone’s hungry
even the good men are
And everyone’s hungry
even the good men are
And everyone’s hungry
even the good men are
And everyone’s hungry
are there good men anymore
And everyone’s hungry
And everyone’s hungry
And everyone’s hungry.
And everyone’s hungry. help me.