Torsade Literary Space Switch (poem)
Switch your living was got by pleasing cats unthreading shoestrings of thin cord and leather letting stains that mark deliberations dashed in on places of established quality boundaries where the departed show no signs of rising, stains be left in service to an outreaching new dynamic where the human way, so faulty […]
Push (poem)
Push Fashioned as a closet with a window and shelves in the lower third unmounted A superman-booth made for withdrawing A nook with a desk and chair arrangement for the filling out of questionnaires unsuspected occupation for retired clerics A keyhole in the wall for peering The vista peered upon a garden […]
Eight: Self-Control (poetry series)
Self-Control We enter the scene at an awkward moment pending the interview where the two where alive to tell the other’s fate he shuffles a windowed passage talking over under breath, his listening mind hears sound of words his warning mind the rendering of account the relations come the mythic ancient in […]
Eight: Duty (poetry series)
Duty “He is lauded for standing by his post” “Standing by at his post…” “Hmm…yes. Why say it? Are you happier about all this, for picking nits?” “Well, close by. Nearby. Remaining, anyway, as duty required. We might find…” “Might find…evidences, do you mean? Perhaps you aren’t fit for the work.” “You […]
Eight: Honor (poetry series)
Honor First no one gets blamed, no one can You have honor enough to shoulder the gross mistakes of humankind You embody discarded virtues No one wants to drown or burn count seconds in a broken plane Om! (sob) Om! (sob) Om!…wait hemmed in by traffic The tsunami wave, the nuclear cloud […]
Eight: Enemies (poetry series)
Enemies The way I fall in step is oldest news But don’t ask me, the goods I got, it’s on authority I could quote you the bible…or, how bout? Tell you this, a little fairy story I know you want sympathy, they all do But you listen to me You don’t have […]
Red God White Sun (poem)
Red God White Sun Back from a moment in prototypia she watches dawn, inked-over herself still as the unsafe hunger neutral before muscles beauty, remember she does not counsel the surviving to waste on it curtain tatters take…broken blinds…first warning, shush there is mud in early morning, gullying rain by dusk lunatic […]
Eight: Withholding (poetry series)
Withholding What is the act of picturing, given in imperative What is useless while pitiless while infectious Or the opposite of good What is the consequence of forked currents and stoppered things uncapped What is the doghead to the loud man’s fingersnap What is the faith that errand runners get their tips […]
Eight: Picking Brains (poetry series)
Picking Brains [sowing paranoia] Why are you here? The silence extends. Though silence, in interview via teletype is contempt, confusion, thoughtfulness Thoughts of…what’s it mean, why really am I? How do I work this thing, is it some kind of setup Equipment breakdown, line traffic, any of those What is your name? […]
Dark Humour: Twelfth Battle Stations
The Folly Battle Stations Dark Humour But, if I may, the chap…who calls himself Peters (He notes Llewellyn find in this no subtle Hunnish wit. Peters in manner terribly Hansel, a-dropping of his breadcrumbs… Another glance…no. The new man has been guilty of imitating Peters at his club. […]