Sunday, September 22, 2013

 

1,0


Turkeys

Did Sinatra want to buy
all the prints? Hopeless

in our digital world,
where hauls persist

from Rye to Nome,
& clouds above,

of our own
Kissing Bandits
& randy loves, wild

messes & raw
transgressions.

Send funny cards
to forget.



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Sunday, April 22, 2012

 

The Tightrope Sways

Not really, for
you're figurative.
The audience, seeing

you as digital too, flees
to other ones and zeros.

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

 
Hickory Dickory Dock

The mouse ran up the digital clock.
Not. For no grand assemblage of
gears, pulleys, and weights, but

a flat field with numbers backwards
on a billboard. Some mice like staring
or meditating, such as Marvin resting

inside there, fur glowing softly red
from numerals dimmed for night.

All is peace, then a power failure, and
terrifying cave. In the restoration, he

pulses red and black. Such indeterminacy
can prove death to the sensitive, and Marvin

the Meditating Mouse is heard to wail now
via Mouse Media, "O how flat, stale and
unprofitable this Mouse Life is!” Ultimately

fleeing--clock being set for the moment--
he flings back: β€œIt hath made me mad!”

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