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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Parallel Universes
I miss my home planet sometimes, and hate myself for
walking around on my hind legs just to avoid being
ostracized, burying a third of my eyes and having
conversations just to pretend I can't read people's
minds. Your sun is so far away and the nitrogen wears
on my lungs, and the carbon clutches at my heart.
Sometimes at night I look out at the stars and it seems
that the universe isn't much larger than the vacuum
between flexion and trigger, and I can't deny I
sometimes get a glowing trigger finger, and I can't
deny I've rehearsed in my mind the existential rush
of beaming me up and it out to everyone I completed
my study of earth the moment it was dead and done.
Just to fuck with ground control I once pretended to
snore during countdown to launch, and once chilling
on the dark side of the moon I started radioing home
alien grunts, and said I didn't know where it was
coming from. I got sick of astronaut food and mixed
in with the soil samples some bits of my dehydrated
food stick, to prove extraterrestrial life exists, and
because as I've always said a laugh a day keeps the
abyss from closing in. The slog of science is never
finished, and I pity the plodders locked in with it.
Why did our biosphere give us life, if not so we
could fuck with it? What in the end but his primitive
tricks separates man from the unmanned spaceship?
Such at least were the probing thoughts in orbit of my
domèd head as I bounded from the depth of a crater to
a high uncharted ledge, and beneath the blue Martian
sunset saw something prowl the dusty red steppe.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The Mountain-Climber
As I arrived at the head of a pass
I encountered cross-legged alongside the path
A wise ruminating old mountain guru.
Eager to finish my climb before nightfall
But not wanting be rude
I briskly withdrew a few coins from my pack,
And with a smile dropped them in his lap.
High-tailing across a steep sheet of scree
Suddenly I was sure I heard cougar shrieks,
And unholstered my revolver.
As I set foot again on solid ground
I came to a trail of blood trickling down
From a man being chewed by a mountain cougar,
And fired once into the air.
Luckily that sufficed to scare the beast,
And as expected I got there on time
To pitch my tent at the very top peak.
As I arrived at the head of a pass
I encountered cross-legged alongside the path
A wise ruminating old mountain guru.
Eager to finish my climb before nightfall
But not wanting be rude
I briskly withdrew a few coins from my pack,
And with a smile dropped them in his lap.
High-tailing across a steep sheet of scree
Suddenly I was sure I heard cougar shrieks,
And unholstered my revolver.
As I set foot again on solid ground
I came to a trail of blood trickling down
From a man being chewed by a mountain cougar,
And fired once into the air.
Luckily that sufficed to scare the beast,
And as expected I got there on time
To pitch my tent at the very top peak.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Ghost Poem
Roaming through the woods one night
I saw some coloured lights
Pulsate like fireflies through the stark trees.
Wonderingly I picked my moonlit way
Through the brush to a hill
Where I stood on a trunk overlooking
A campground where there were gathered
Like some Chinese lanterns
A many-coloured group of ghosts,
Regaling each other with ghost jokes.
Motionless I watched until
One of them noticed me and hailed.
I saw some coloured lights
Pulsate like fireflies through the stark trees.
Wonderingly I picked my moonlit way
Through the brush to a hill
Where I stood on a trunk overlooking
A campground where there were gathered
Like some Chinese lanterns
A many-coloured group of ghosts,
Regaling each other with ghost jokes.
Motionless I watched until
One of them noticed me and hailed.
Steadily I hailed him in return.
Then after waiting one uncertain moment
I trippingly meandered back homeward
Through the shadows and the clasping branches,
Till I paused at a fork to remember the way
And looked up from the root-strewn path.
Something swooped over my head from behind,
And descended on a broomstick in front of me.
She cocked her head at me innocently,
And I looked into her icy witch eyes.
I felt something stop inside.
We flew away into the night.
Then after waiting one uncertain moment
I trippingly meandered back homeward
Through the shadows and the clasping branches,
Till I paused at a fork to remember the way
And looked up from the root-strewn path.
Something swooped over my head from behind,
And descended on a broomstick in front of me.
She cocked her head at me innocently,
And I looked into her icy witch eyes.
I felt something stop inside.
We flew away into the night.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Words
"Blah blah blah blah blah!"
I said. And just like that, the words all came out.
From whence did they come? For whom? Of what?
Were they whispered softly, or shouted out loud?
Plucked from my mind in the heat of the moment,
Or recollected from decades before?
Positing forth some original notions,
Or half-baked theories that should be worked more?
No, none of them – it doesn't matter –
Words have been had. Hope no one was hurt.
I forgot that real people aren't actors,
And there is only one life, one earth.
"Blah blah blah blah blah!"
I said. And just like that, the words all came out.
From whence did they come? For whom? Of what?
Were they whispered softly, or shouted out loud?
Plucked from my mind in the heat of the moment,
Or recollected from decades before?
Positing forth some original notions,
Or half-baked theories that should be worked more?
No, none of them – it doesn't matter –
Words have been had. Hope no one was hurt.
I forgot that real people aren't actors,
And there is only one life, one earth.
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