Mother Nature Poem by Travis Bowden

mother nature has a funny way
of telling us, or so it seems. it could
be in the way that she covers
the moon in forest fire smoke,
we find someone else to blame
for it.

and yet, we all lay emotionless, oh
how we tell ourselves, 'it isn't
so.'

laying there, in half-masturbation,
waiting for time machines
and phone calls on cellphones.
anyone feel like bullshitting
the night away?

orgasm almost there, sweating in pure
darkness, saying, 'i'd do everything
different.'

i guess that's why we have poor leaders
and bad writers, sick singers, believable
liars. and we replace salvation and church
with drinks and conversation.
as if we ever wanted to be saved in the first place.

here is our hell: every second on the clock.
we the people believe that we can erase every memory
and put ourselves outside the cause. but, it's her!

while tickets to the past go on for sale, we kick
and shove. there she sits at home, the only one knowing she
is not a martyr. she was only a flame.

replacing bibles with clean-up rags, we go to sleep
peacefully knowing one day we can
change everything.

she is ocean-side, laughing.