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Spectator
Soon we too shall get in line
Through the turnstile to the other side
Ticket received, ticket in hand
We paid for entrance, after all
The event that we had hoped for
Permits a seat and gaze
We wait for it to swallow
Our smaller sporting lives
Someone
If you’re going to send someone to save the world
(Just) make sure it is someone who likes it the way it is
Camera Phone
Self to image now obscured
Life in the digital age
Virtual storage now the norm
No more books to page
Now no longer albumed lives
Our histories’ page unturned
Cannot trace, appreciate
Our place in history learned
Selfies, Foursquare, Facebook not withstanding
Can you ever stand to put it down?
Placing image, pixels in the public
Not a private photograph to be found
Vile Viol
The violin within me
Plays along
The violence within me
Plays along
Welt
She moves through the house like a wasp
Neither here nor there
Everything was fine as wine
She was pretty as a lifetime
Until settling on a sting
All Souls
All the saddened ghosts
Cling about the groves
All the saddened ghosts
Fall between the cracks
Living like a ghost
Lying beneath the grass
Living like a ghost
No one knows I’m here
Bathyscaphe
Deep descend to abyss
I hope I make the surface
Looking for past treasures
Only room for one here
Blue and blackened bubbles
Seeking lowest bottom
Deep descend to abyss
I hope I make the surface
Looking for past treasures
Only room for one here
Only room for one here
Man-made pressured tube
Gather silted past
Comes up from the core
Brings its ken to shore
Dirt
Feeling like the soil
Feeling like the soil on top of a coffin
Downward cast, covering loss, and buried
Flaw Scale
Nobody’s perfect
In the end
Nature’s Parables
Hermit crab considered
His borrowed backpack is his home
A vagabond ocean, itinerant sea
Below it all he wanders free
And waits in queue for next shell’s need
Octopus considered
With stealth and camouflage at home
Limb rich opportunities
Below it all it’s all to seize
Removes the crab from shell with ease
Celestial Error
Hot false sun with claims of light
Fake cold moon with cratered face
Betrayed by shadows long
Disclosed by sun’s own wrong
Secret stars with silent stares
Distant watchers of their lies
Beaming all they see
In vain conspiracy
False sun, fake moon’s mistake
Was that they failed to realize
That compared to the universe
Their powers paled in size
Hot false sun with claims of light
Fake cold moon with cratered face
Secret stars with silent stares
Distant watchers of their lies
Betrayed by shadows long
Disclosed by sun’s own wrong
Beaming all they see
In vain conspiracy
False sun
Withered Word
Pencil tip like cactus spine is dry and sharp
Works in droughts like quills of old to keep its spine
Poked when pushed to yield its prick upon a line
Self-protected font preserved, all by design
Sterile muses’ empty calls
Cause the barren pen to stall
Strive to make afflatus fail
Yet, the stylus still prevails