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AC2K

by Chris Sorrenti


So, the world hasn’t gone to Hell in a handbasket
as some predicted upon a star
leaving Art Bell a year’s worth of survival food
(terrible tasting stuff BTW) to feed the trash

like the rest of us, his life will go on - in baby steps
back to reporting ghosts and goblins
saucering out of the clouds
no doubt, the CIA adding one or two agents
to those already hiding under his bed

for if we haven’t learned by now
few things in this world change dramatically
even a Russian president
poorly aged on too much vodka
passing his country’s nuclear arsenal to the KGB

I write this from a Y2K bunker
almost ready to stand down
like a bad New Year’s hangover
slowly recovering from the Anti-Climax of
lights still on, computers humming, satellite phones never used
when even in the 21st century
an ounce of prevention will be worth a pound of cure

© January 2nd, 2000

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09/01/2017

Posted on 09/01/2017
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/04/17 at 10:08 PM

You would have thought I would have heard of Art Bell so it was fun to read about him, think back to events like the hoopla about Y2K. I loved your "ghosts and goblins saucering out of the clouds."

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