With digital stonesThey created a graven imageOf themselvesA digital godRendered by menAn empty automatonIts words were deadIts images spiritlessIts voice hollowThey reveled in its no-lifeAwed by its speedThe prosperity it promisedBut a dead thing cannot createBut given a voice and… Continue Reading →
Things blur out at a distanceBecome muted and indiscernibleMy heart yearnsBound up like a tight springLeaden bonds of my own makingStrains and Strain againTo break the bondsRusted hedges againstChildhood fears real or imaginedThese bonds must be brokenTo avoid sharp rocks… Continue Reading →
The Old Ones sleepIn slumber deepIn caverns carved out long ago. Dreaming dreams of InvernessWhere rotten steel struck rotten bone And corpses baked under a dying sun In lost Carcossa, their tattered KingRoams empty halls of an ancient keepHollowed by… Continue Reading →
My child,Feel the dreamIts soft and fraying edgesTethered outside of time.Be glad of this rocky outpostAn explosion of life and colorIn the black vacuum of space.Revel in your awarenessAt the dim thoughts Bubbling up from nowhereThe pieces you call self.Resist… Continue Reading →
People standing In LineIn the pouring rainTo get an autographOf an Old ManWho took some photosIn the Seventies.
Jesus Christ, this City.Dirty streets rumble with menaceMeth-addled lovers argueOver a dirty mattress and remnantsOf lives destroyedDear God, this CityIts rotten heart and worn out soulThe ball of mental illnessStaring, hungry from across the street cornerEyes angry and wornGoddamn this… Continue Reading →
Are there traces of GodIn the clock work turnings of the Sun?The formation of clouds?The tumult of the rains? Does He work within the rooted plants?Hide behind thickets of thorns?Is He like a windblown scentThat sends the dogs a baying?… Continue Reading →
Late fall’s crisp air blows across my terraceChilly through my sweatshirtOur summer annuals have gone scraggyBut still hang onMice in the planters are deep in their holesThe cat patiently waits for some signWinter is around the cornerSoon the fresh snowAnd… Continue Reading →
We are a people who lack empathyCasually cruel to our brothers and sistersUncaring of the state of our own houseOf the many wonders it containsWe besmirch it allIn the name of the destroyers: Progress, growth and powerWe take muchGiving back… Continue Reading →
When I am goneOrchids will still bloomThe moon bright will still rise in clear dark skiesFoxes will still glide smiling through the woodsWinds will still blow amongst the trees and grassesThunder will still rollRain will still fallWaves will still dance… Continue Reading →
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