Small Talk ….but there wasn’t any error, all the lies –:came together, no one questioned them;{ all alerting others to the weather .– singularly absent of demagogues ..::a spectacle was joined ever nightly *..#inside, the notes were compiling upon a desk . . { From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such […]
Category: very short
A Time to Devour All the Pills (Sonnet)
A Time to Devour All the Pills (Sonnet) Clearly nobody on all 3 platforms wants to read something called Sonnet, so this is getting renamed to “A Time to Devour All the Pills (Sonnet)” Time to go and time to trustTime to wean and time to lustA time to love and a time to killA […]
Multiplicities
Multiplicities Steaming StrengthOf all there was we were oneBut multiplicities aboundedThe universe shattered into an infinity of jewelsCurving around back on itselfIn the most intricate and vast of waysWe looked out on it in awe –The Scopes Monkey Trial notwithstanding –Why are wedding rings worn on the left?Feeling your way to a resolution of apotheosis […]
Nor Our Dreams
Nor Our Dreams Our loves could not hold our pieces togetherNor our hatesNor our obsessionsNor our skillsNor our moneyNor our dreamsNor our aspirationsAnd so it was that our pieces flew apartLike dust from a supernovaNever again to meet From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, […]
Indifference
Indifference, that ugly beast Inflicting the ends of many species Creating the nothingness of exurbia Creating the violence of exclusion Inflicting the ends of so many lives The obsolescence of truth in advertising The draining of your own childrens’ vitality
Microcosm Poem, Emptiness Poem
Under small mushrooms, A blade of grass Worker bees visit the clover Sunlight glints on dew This microcosm a universe Settling on the fungus’ shoulders Unsatisfied The silence of all day Perforated by pills and chasing goals One thing leads to another And all is accomplished (yet to what end?) And I am still alone
cat
sits and stares at screen jealously irritating sitting on armrest
The Scene
The scenewent southunder the weight– of it’s own pretensions Talking sideways over –– the competition –A front in the war of secretsWas openedOr reopened Take pains to never showNo true faces nor true feelings
Furry Creatures
Domestic animals are the confident onesWildlings know, and are skittish of all of it Do you want to be one whocheerfully walks to the slaughter? Or one who chooses silence, exile, cunning and victory?
Lost in Mist 