The frozen shark of climate change (a sonnet) followed by a note on Baudelaire

The frozen shark of climate change made of trash

Reminds us that our brains are relatively dead.

Anyone with a new Idea? We pay cash.

But frankly, I'm done scratching my bald head.

Nothing new under the sun . . .

Just recycled plastic ideas, #1, 6 and 7

Nothing like a revolutionary vision,

But I guarantee you, no one here is going to heaven.

But if someone doesn't take down that damn shark

I will probably keep posting but will change my name

So I can focus on my bite and less my bark,

From ennui, my revolutionary spirit to reclaim,

Maybe try to channel Charles Baudelaire

Who saw crystal-clearly through the darkening air.

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Sometimes considered the first modern poet, Baudelaire produced two books that were important to my evolution as a poet: The Flowers of Evil (1857), and Paris Spleen. Paris Spleen was published posthumously. The former was a bit more raw, and he utilized the sonnet form to contain his "hot" materials. Baudelaire was a child of post-revolutionary France, when French urban society had fallen into a state of self-loathing torpor -- ennui. In Paris Spleen he has liberated his flowers of evil from the sonnet and explores much of the same territory through stream of consciousness prose poems.