These Are the Times
Feel the heavy pulse
Of feet on glossy streets
And the strained rotten breaths
Eating up the sky.
These are the times we live in—
The slog of rapid tears
With stretched vinyl flashbacks,
Bell bottom jeans
And perfumes, ‘79.
So let your credit slump
With solar powered androids
And whores fighting wars.
The universal dream
Is to wipe out all the parks,
And of course, no one really cares
About inner city shamans
Praying to the trees.
Today is the day
For fundamental thinking—
We’re all trapped inside the minds
Of devastating babies
Spreading influenza
Like a cult slinging lies.
Tim Frank’s work has been published in Bending Genres, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Maudlin House, The Forge Literary Magazine, The Metaworker and elsewhere. He has been nominated for Best Small Fictions. His debut chapbook is, An Advert Can Be Beautiful in the Right Shade of Death (C22 Press ’24) His sophomore effort is, Delusions to Live By (Alien Buddha Press ’25)
