Day 18 Anti heroes

Odd socks
taped up glasses
a walking cliché
in cigarette legged jeans
another superhero
he will see by any means
Marvel at this specimen
just another cheap hero on silver screen
it’s all the damn same
all the damn same to me
another man saving the world
from men dressed up as other things
to hide the fact that
humans are the anti-heroes
this is a mass extinction
a holocaust of anything that doesn’t look like you or me

Plastic planet

There was an orange glow beyond the pier, not a sunset but the apocalyptic glow of a world on fire.
The sea was fierce with the guts of humanities creative psyche, a plastic bottle rolling on the waves as if it was meant for the sea as much as the fishes swimming beneath it.

And with that thought, I swam up to the sky and as a God, I looked down and on closer inspection, I saw a fish in the bottle frantically thrashing. The bottle went along with the tide, and the fish swished and thrashed the water inside the bottle into a froth before it died of exhaustion and suffocation.

And then came up a whale with a gigantic splash creating its own menacing tide and gobbling up the plastic waste with the fish rotting and decaying inside.
I jumped down from the clouds and back onto the pier, jumping from the pier, I landed on a wooden post, balancing as if I was surfing a tidal wave before jumping to the post in front of it and then the next post till I reached the one that only just breached the surface of the ocean. My feet submerged under the blue.
Darkness descending but the orange glow in the distance remained and I was alone but for the plastic swimming in the tide.
From here it seemed I and the plastic tide were the only vestiges left of the great ape the Homosapien.

Stepping off the post into the deep, I swam and swam deeper and deeper into the sea until a gigantic plastic bottle jumped out of the water as if a whale and swallowed me whole.
My hands up against the transparent plastic, I prodded, thumped and I screamed till another even bigger bottle consumed the bottle and I and slowly as each bottle consumed one another the transparency waned till I could see nothing but the plastic that contained me.
I thrashed and thrashed and splashed and splashed just as the fish did, my body frantically hitting the sides of the plastic.
The water frothed at the storm I had raged, and then my exhausted body curled and resigned itself to its fate.

The final thing I heard was the plastic carrier bag rustle as it entombed the plastic bottles and I.

As the despair sets in
it’s not that I want to die
but that I wish I could turn back time
and never have been born
then dying wouldn’t need to be done
and my corpse that will contaminate this world
would never have to become poison

Agony: Poetry 4 for NaPoWriMo

The tears make bokeh of the headlights
Careening around this corner
This is the only time we felt alive
Our skeletons waiting to discard this flesh
And death didn’t half look dashin’
The way he danced and took our breath

And when your lips fall from their hinges
In shock and agony
When the anguish rolls across your face
And your lungs expand with empty space
Know this was the ferocity
That pulled us to our knees
And we were only ever sorry
We couldn’t make it to the other side
Of the storm