Cyberpunk

Round ears curl silver coils of sounds, across nose stands glass bridge in worm-fog, always under construction. Every sense a degree, and digression, and distraction. This is technology: rubber sneakers, cotton threads, titanium screw implants capped with fool’s gold. Then that hardened heart lumbering loose without nails full of sloth a snail’s shake ebbs &…

Three Poem Treats

3 If I write the poem in my heart things fall apart, I fall apart nocentior can hold I wrote this panning for gold. 2 If I forget who I am maybe I’ll be Sam I am until it comes back to me who I’m supposed to be. 1 The ironies of life are not…

Hermit Crabs

A hermit crab leaves home for a new dig again and again gig after gig sea busker. From her mitt he falls web of empty shell on the beach combs a low tide husker. In a shell in a cave floor of the sea hermetically rich rarely distressed he.  

Too Much of Nothing

You say too much too much you lose the way and the universe seems too much for you. Not to make too much of this to make much of time, of hot, of cold, like a year in Chicago. Say you see her eyes move like stars way too slow and too much of nothing….

Words of Love

Honey, I’ve looked everywhere for the lost words telling your love for me in the kitchen compost bin in the basement of my heart in the attic of my ass (what a Fantastic Voyage that was!) through the crawl space between my breasts in the curls of my hair in the fishnets between my legs…

Around the point at high tide

…picking up somewhere we left off… The past is not enough to live on to make ends meet. what test passed avoids stays to wheedle this incessant urge past the tinnitus still sings proof below like wave bounce go easy under the sheer cliff and around the mossy point to the bay where the dolphins…

Scrap start with a comma

, and the Doodles on the radio just before the power grids out sing of the last rhino ringed. The past is not enough to live on to make ends meet. The colony runs consistent lanes running in opposite directions like lines of ancient text the queen home her future near but never quite here.

The Good Earth

Let’s make our planet good again think pigeons their T Rex origin. Oh wings of flesh and steel to fly you must first grow feathers. What cares the sloth slug squished by dino or sprayed with Ortho? As for Anthro won’t he be petrified up to his waste in his own coprolite? Rid us our…

Pig Roast

In backyard rock lined pit dug underground for roasting of pig. This yr pig day a hot one. The pig on a spit put into the pit by two strongest men, kneeling over the mouth, where a wood fire burning overnight has heated the rocks molten. The prepared pig at rest in the hot rocks,…