Addressed to B, in hopes he is not yet dead; and knowing full well that this letter can never be sent. Abreast of under sea, The domes pale blue under comparison Of the ocean. I can hear them roaring, still, The generators roaring, still. Will this end well? I sit still, still, roaring still In my ears, above and below the waves, still, I hear them roaring still, I hear them roaring still. You...
Gabi is very capricious. He believes in firecrackers, raffle tickets, and tattered coats. His colours are red and yellow. He steps on dog’s leashes, he jumps into puddles when people are passing, and he puts forks and nails against anything that will make that horrible screeching sound. He grins. He knows many ways more to annoy people that amuse him, like placing gum on the floor or under...
K, You are my lifeforce. You are my blood. I love you. Operations are slow-going. I have by now come to peace with the fact that I will die. Trudging through all civilians, removing and defusing their i’s, is exhausting. Even with Caffine, and the sound protection, the Sound is slowly making its effects known. I know that soon it will be hard to even type, and then I will only be able to...
J, can you hear me? Below the rumbling of the There Is No that broadcasts above sealevel, Atlantis has been kind. The Whalerumble has not been kind, however. Our protective glass has been cracking at a phenomenal rate. The Gill Project has to go faster. We are still adapting, but at a slower rate. We lost twenty egg-cases, which amounts to a baker’s dozen of couples. That’s 48 dead...
Daytime is for living Nighttime’s for regrets But won’t you keep believing Once the sun has set? *** Someone once said, ‘Not enough faith is bad faith.’
Summers warm, winters cold. Flowers bloom, leaves fall. The sun it sets, the stars come out; The moon it sets, the sun climbs bold. The rain it falls, the trees grow tall. The seasons pass. The days turn ‘bout. Welcome. This is Earth. The flowers they smell; the birds they sing. The young ones play and learn; the young ones sleep. The rivers wind, the winds arrive. The mountains climb, the...
Benedict the Blessed
With each decree the country takes a lurch: More land to the aristocracy and church! And let’s not forget, more God for the serfs: Let us enshrine Him upon our turf! Short live the King; the king is dead; the news ripple- They seized him from his castle. Listen to the people.
Henry The Blunt
Luminary dusted tomes Lying in the catacombs Provide ignored guidance To show his deep reliance On an ego lusting to prove itself: Humbly take books from your shelf.
We stand poised Between raw and refined; The intuitive and instinctual, intentional and intellectual; Self-indulgence and self-mastery; Temper and temperance, Terror and tolerance. We’re torn between the poles of the existential vacuum of indifference, isolation, apathy; And the fulness of impersonal bustling crowds, their dogma, imposition and compromise. We are at the crossroads of...
Snowflakes hailing down in throngs, In steady pilgrimage they meet the ground. They coat it, kiss it with cold lips, Beg it forgiveness for their wrongs. Then, bowed, they enter it like a church. They are silent- always, and after. The one becomes many, and these become crowd: The doors soon pack and flakes soon pile. Their shapes-like blooming lattice flowers- locked, Though in their beauty no...
Spontaneous Writing #1
Whenever he attacks himself, he berates others. Laws come and go without affecting him. Treason is no little matter to no(ne) other than himself. Taking pains to measure himself against adversaries He makes sure to succeed in trials of fire and blood. Sometimes he fails and tries to find alternatives to What his situation calls for. Trumpets sound whenever Vulnerability shows itself. Ambivalence...
Wherein Knowledge and Order Meet Secrecy Large...
Cement, umbrellas, cars on the street-side- See them. Enumerate them. Remember their names. Now change them. Reinvent Cockney rhyming slang; make morse code books— If you must, that is. 1. Necessity is the driver of invention. (When did we last have a calm day, like in the old days?) Someone might have said those words- his name was either edified In a statue, or, if inconvenient, the plaque...
Wherein Anonymous Wilderness Is Named, Tamed
Pan is dead And our sight is gone But the Panopticon is here Do not fear Do not fear The Panopticon is here. Do not cower, Do not fear, Do not let it see your fear. Do not shed a single tear. It knows. Where you tread, it knows. Where your friend goes, it knows. What you say, you both say, How you go about your way, What you say, Under your breath, In your mind, It knows. Do not vent to anyone. Do...
The ship leaves the coast Baked under the sun: The cracking white paint; The rust tinted roast. The frigate curves round An iceberg-drained hill; Container box crisp- Every ton and pound. The sailors all feel Supernatural heat Taking hold of their boat, Strangle-holding the keel. The boat won’t hold out, They hope to stop this- “Please, please, please don’t break”, They...
The spine curves like a gentle bow connecting crown and toe the eyes closed the nose still the chest beating tranquil the toes tight the fingers curled the tender sight unfurled the mother’s belly like a cocoon the child arrives soon