He asks me, “how does the world
change so fast?” I tell him, “I don’t
know, we can only watch as it gets
worse or gets better all on its own.”
He Asks Me
Love is Fleeting
Love is found
constantly
fleeting,
it must be
nurtured
in order
to maintain
and grow.
The initial
intensity
of its effect
fades into
a core of
completion
and soon
there is
no doubt
it will
ever leave.
But alas,
it wasn’t
Love
at all
only a broken
promise turn
to dust
or worse
yet left
to rust
out in
the rain.
Nowhere Else to Go
What keeps us coming back
to this screen? In constant
refuge of sight through a window
peering into other worlds. All with
a simple click on a link to send us
to our next destination.
But we didn’t really go
anywhere, did we? We
are stationary here
the entire time, our bodies
placed in stable captivity.
Conscious minds meld into the matrix
of numbers and images allotted per screen.
A space inescapable
for those
with nowhere
else to go.
Waiting for the Moon
Everyone was waiting
for him to drop out
of existence – but
he surely wasn’t
ready, so he put
up some
resistance.
And after all this
fighting, what’s there
to be said? Looks like
we’re just digging trenches
for the insane and the dead.
But it’ll all be right, when
things calm down
for good and when
everything turns out
the opposite
you thought
it would.
But that’s years away
from here and now –
there’s no hoping
for it sooner
as we all fear
the unknown and
expect our nightly
sky lit Lunar.
in the rearview
face of night
