Long trench of Tuesday’s doldrums

and a young man slides a finger over a screen:

Donald Trump in a hurry to

break the Lions’ losing streak and

save your bacon with five dollars off a

Fox News predictions for rainy days to come

when you set your oven for three hundred and fifty

thousand million miles to the nearest star called

My Dear Aunt Josephine Passed Away Peacefully in

an unprecedented plane crash that the

GOP and the Libs and the Libertarians planned

ever since someone shot JFK with the

most delicious angel cake you’ll ever make, perfect for

a war torn village and a family of

Palestinians erased by collateral shrapnel in the pursuit of

peace for all hungry alligators like my

child taking his first steps to chase his sister and

you’ll never guess how much faster the 5k has gotten and

Donald Trump is God and

God is Dead and

immigrants killed him with

warm arayes and spiced rice and

it’s better to be violent than weak just like

it’s better to be evil than good and

AI is more AI than any AI has ever AI’d before the

long march of where we are to where we ought to be when

AI thinks for you and

condemns for you and

there’s nowhere to turn and nowhere to hide

so turn off your phone but only after one more video and

another.

An old man kneels before the catafalque.

Someone important has died.

Doom on the mind.