Nuclear Winter

I wrote this early in 2004, during my senior year of high school in a creative writing course. Something reminded me of it today, and I found it in the dusty archives of my laptop and felt like posting it. It’s titled “Nuclear Winter.”

Nuclear Winter

By Adam Polselli

Pop culture capital,
Cloud like a shroud,
Nails on chalkboard,
Death in a crowd.

Whole notes and hole notes,
Dust to dust,
Struggle, achievement,
Nails and rust.

Gods without borders,
Rinse and repeat,
Taste the sweetness of freedom,
Erase or delete.

Unearthly fruit,
Superficially sound,
Mayday, mayday,
A hole in the ground.

Infinite clusters,
Swift as a sprinter,
Not male nor female,
Nuclear winter.