The edits are made and discarded Policy states that no one may be distinct from any other, except in those cases in which they may, but see disclaimer Sometimes, the moon is simply not fit to purpose And we must all be prepared to take to the sea The wind It comes We must be […]
Category: Poetry
Ageing
You drift, and before you know it, a decade Aging creeps up on you Ever unfairly But getting things done Feeling the burn Tired, tired Tired of waste Unable to stop Rubberizing your liver Strengths are manifold Weaknesses are crushing The magic medicine doesn’t work Filtering through the vibes Soldiering to your own beat Coming […]
Curving Space
Of all there was we were one But multiplicities abounded The universe shattered into an infinity of jewels Curving around back on itself In the most intricate and vast of ways We looked out on it in awe The Scopes Monkey Trial notwithstanding Feeling your way to a resolution of apotheosis
Amazon Fulfillment Center
A slight jamming of the machines Huff turn thrust push turn Pick up push turn huff thrust push Push push turn push push A sin to relate this I am no public representative A slight return and the induct job Pickup scan turn drop repeat Turn walk Pickup scan turn drop repeat 1000 an hour […]
He Chose a Path
A poem featuring a ‘behind the scenes’ (in the sense used in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods) journey and a sphinx from my book Synaptic Syntactic.
Till the Stones and Till the Soil
We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid would heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate focusing devices […]
Mace and Henbane
How to begin it? We once were in a bit if a jam We took what could be taken Sleeping off the chaos of the dilemma, We woke into a dream In the artful elusions of what followed, we demonstrated for our followers The pursuant lost the thread never again to find Needling feelings took […]
We Flattered Ourselves of Our Uniqueness
We of all the small ones grew up and were changed We all the small ones went to the store We grew up and changed, we grew and changed, we transfigured and expanded In our silence you could read longing Many of the others disliked and spat upon our changes We ignored it We flattered […]
The Pines
The elation of the pines was palpable as the wind whistled through their needles Speaking of the march of ‘progress’ they said “oh, it will never come here. We are a truly wild place” They congratulated themselves and were happy But even if the humans stopped outside their borders the global warming was ready to […]
Burning the Globesphere / Never a Utopia
We of all the small ones are repulsed In it we are we and thus and so, yet not we, we wait upon the turning of the tide In the end the demonoid picotant was needful of a place to sleep. In the end the demonoid picotant slept by we all the small ones. In […]
Lost in Mist 