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
SLOWER
Sometimes I find
myself getting nowhere
a little too fast and
have to slow down.
Getting somewhere's not
much better. Anywhere
I am should be where
I'm happy enough
to be, but it's not
always. Someplace
else has greener
grass, or claims to.
I get back to getting
nowhere, but slower.
Sometimes I find
myself getting nowhere
a little too fast and
have to slow down.
Getting somewhere's not
much better. Anywhere
I am should be where
I'm happy enough
to be, but it's not
always. Someplace
else has greener
grass, or claims to.
I get back to getting
nowhere, but slower.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
PHOENIX
A new and improved
version of me that
lives somewhere in
the future seems
unlikely. Life
digresses at its
own pace and
ends up at some
destination no one
had bothered to think
of. A bird rising out
of its own ashes
makes believe it's
real and flies away.
A new and improved
version of me that
lives somewhere in
the future seems
unlikely. Life
digresses at its
own pace and
ends up at some
destination no one
had bothered to think
of. A bird rising out
of its own ashes
makes believe it's
real and flies away.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
THE CLOUDS
The clouds go by,
dragging the years
behind them. There's
so much I had wanted
to tell you, but
the clouds wouldn't
let me. They went
by, and when I
asked them to
slow down, they
sped up instead.
There's so much I
had wanted to be with
you with, but the clouds.
The clouds go by,
dragging the years
behind them. There's
so much I had wanted
to tell you, but
the clouds wouldn't
let me. They went
by, and when I
asked them to
slow down, they
sped up instead.
There's so much I
had wanted to be with
you with, but the clouds.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
CROOKED
A "no vacancy" sign
outside our local
cemetery leads me
to believe the future's
almost here. It was
as bound to happen,
I guess, as anything
is that hasn't
happened yet. We
try to get ready
in time, but there's
not enough room in
front of the mirror we
share. My tie's on crooked.
A "no vacancy" sign
outside our local
cemetery leads me
to believe the future's
almost here. It was
as bound to happen,
I guess, as anything
is that hasn't
happened yet. We
try to get ready
in time, but there's
not enough room in
front of the mirror we
share. My tie's on crooked.
Monday, April 25, 2011
STONES
Stones trying hard
not to serve as
monuments to anything
seem lost in some
kind of unidentified
shuffle. They pose
for photos when
the tourists gather,
but later sleep
happily under a
blanket the night
throws over them.
One of them wakes up
looking like Abraham Lincoln.
Stones trying hard
not to serve as
monuments to anything
seem lost in some
kind of unidentified
shuffle. They pose
for photos when
the tourists gather,
but later sleep
happily under a
blanket the night
throws over them.
One of them wakes up
looking like Abraham Lincoln.
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.
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