Wednesday, June 29, 2016

MyTV

The static fades from the screen,
"Like a short term lover,
Gathering up her things."
And I'm caught watching:
Outward-angled,
Searching for a moment to latch onto,
A mirror-memory, silver with luck.
Hoping for a chance to reflect.
The amtrack of the noxious, amorous, envious, ingenuous simulacrums screeches by,
A pause but not an interruption:
Anticipated.
The second yet to be come to life,
Born of fear;
Fear fermented from futility.
Gaseous remnants interrupt concentration constantly,
Sulfury damnation seeping skyward with every step.
Night falls; broken.
Fleeting promise fades in flight from grasp,
Leaving me alone and thirsty in a desert:
Digging for a forgotten treasure under a new moon.
My pockets empty of excuses or explanations,
I walk towards exhaustion:
A physical fail-safe for fear-of-will,
My favorite lullaby.
Caressing my worries into not carelessness,
But careless-ness.
Day comes; breaking.
Scorching the earth beneath me,
Shaking me from my dream-made ladder.
Falling from the balcony of my own room,
Through the fuzzy snow into not consciousness,
but awakeness.
The static fades from the screen,
"Like a short term lover,
Gathering up her things."







Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Memory-Of Shall Not Be Confused With Remembering

This receipt-driven generation of germs,
Dabble in existence,
One amoebic toe in the tidepool,
With anxious step towards the spot;
Where angle-ness is present.
The it spot.
Where the light bestows import to the forgettable.
The son of the sun dances into frame,
Singing "Meaning is gleaned from the beaming and nothing more."
Before the clouds can intercede,
The wind whispers:
"Now.'
Snap.
The frame around the scene cracks,
Damming the river to catch the silvery Pisces:
Ripped from the reel before its time.
Aired out into a carbon copy of a timeless time,
Interrupted and removed from the time - line:
See : 'Never Happened'.
Better than an original,
Memories come in plastic:
Spill-proof and shareable.
Conveniently squareable,
Derived meaning crowdsource-able,
With impressions unremarkable,
Methuselah shouts "Laughable",
For the Timeless,
Remembering is impossible.