UNBREAKABLE
An engineer who had developed
an engine that ran on the
desire to get from here to there
was murdered in his sleep by
unidentified "corporate interests".
Those who knew the identity
of the corporate interests were
sworn to secrecy using an
unbreakable vow perfected
years earlier by a different
engineer. God, who could
have done something about
this, was busy trying to solve
the riddle of his own existence.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
PRE-MODERN
Sometimes I forget
how post-modern we
are and inadvertently
entertain a thought
that almost makes sense.
I immediately erase it,
of course, lest I
find myself accused
of being only modern
or (God forbid!) pre-modern.
Then I promise myself
not to do it again,
using an old promise I
know I'll have to break.
Sometimes I forget
how post-modern we
are and inadvertently
entertain a thought
that almost makes sense.
I immediately erase it,
of course, lest I
find myself accused
of being only modern
or (God forbid!) pre-modern.
Then I promise myself
not to do it again,
using an old promise I
know I'll have to break.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
IMAGINED
Occasionally a tornado
will build a house out
of pieces it has torn
from other houses
in this and neighboring
neighborhoods. This
doesn't happen often,
of course, but it does
happen because it's
theoretically possible
and fits comfortably
inside the imagination
of anyone who has
ever bothered to imagine.
Occasionally a tornado
will build a house out
of pieces it has torn
from other houses
in this and neighboring
neighborhoods. This
doesn't happen often,
of course, but it does
happen because it's
theoretically possible
and fits comfortably
inside the imagination
of anyone who has
ever bothered to imagine.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
KITCHEN
A woman whose heart
is broken hangs out
in the kitchen, pretending
to care when the meat
will be ready. So much
fails to happen to her
that she wishes it were
morning again and
that she could wake
up with a heart that
hasn't yet remembered
it's broken. She could
fly away on wings she's
not supposed to have.
A woman whose heart
is broken hangs out
in the kitchen, pretending
to care when the meat
will be ready. So much
fails to happen to her
that she wishes it were
morning again and
that she could wake
up with a heart that
hasn't yet remembered
it's broken. She could
fly away on wings she's
not supposed to have.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
AUNT SUE
When life begins to
wrinkle at the edges,
surprise buries itself
in the backyard next
to the asparagus patch.
The same rain repeats
itself, reemphasizing wet.
The sun, older than
Aunt Sue, wonders why
it bothers. The
wind, forgetting which
direction to blow in,
ties itself in knots
and carries the town away.
When life begins to
wrinkle at the edges,
surprise buries itself
in the backyard next
to the asparagus patch.
The same rain repeats
itself, reemphasizing wet.
The sun, older than
Aunt Sue, wonders why
it bothers. The
wind, forgetting which
direction to blow in,
ties itself in knots
and carries the town away.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
EARLIER TIMES
Today only the sound a feline makes qualifies as a cat's meow. But in earlier times a really popular performer (male or female) could be the cat's meow, unless he or she was too busy being the bees' knees or twenty-three skidoo.
Monday, April 11, 2011
AUBADE
Morning arrives so
nonchalantly I think
it must have known.
A question whose answer
is inertia interrupts
itself again. Silence
continues exiting through
a wormhole in our wood.
Nonsense discovers what
couldn't have been gleaned
by any other means.
Something that makes
the mandatory illusory
lulls the jasmine to sleep.
Morning arrives so
nonchalantly I think
it must have known.
A question whose answer
is inertia interrupts
itself again. Silence
continues exiting through
a wormhole in our wood.
Nonsense discovers what
couldn't have been gleaned
by any other means.
Something that makes
the mandatory illusory
lulls the jasmine to sleep.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
IN THE MEANTIME
When natural light
returns, displacing
this cloned light
that resembles confusion,
the sun will understand
what was meant again.
This won't happen
anytime soon and
won't come wrapped
in any of those old
newspapers the prophets
have tried to sell us.
In the meantime, be
careful not to open your eyes.
When natural light
returns, displacing
this cloned light
that resembles confusion,
the sun will understand
what was meant again.
This won't happen
anytime soon and
won't come wrapped
in any of those old
newspapers the prophets
have tried to sell us.
In the meantime, be
careful not to open your eyes.
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