Thursday, September 27, 2012

Outing

They came to pray for her
whether or not she wanted it,
and she quietly told the
organist that she had her
communion wafers, see,
and the little anti-nausea pills
rattled in her hands.

Sakura

I've heard you shouldn't
look a cat in the eyes
because it scares them.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Insight

The little cogs and fly-wheels
break through, or we broke
in, or somehow they’re exposed,
pulsing gutly in nakedness,
and the daemon known as
‘algorithm’ is visible, chanting
in strange, artificial languages,
where such things have heft.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Changes (Bowie)

The car goes into park easily,
as such old things are wont
(being easy off, but troubled on),
and I would have no sympathy,
but the fact that yesterday
was work again, and I felt
far past my listed mileage.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Bliss Pover

They typo'd her name once, like it was a superpower,
binomial, like categorical science, like Faust's child,
good company for Buttercup et. al. Her actual name
was paean to her father and his birds, to plovers and gulls and
pigeons - flightly little things. We spoke in pidgin, birdless,
little words in broken lines on solid wires. She had
a superpower. It was self-destruction,
but I hear she's getting over that.