Poem, Hunting, Movie Commentary, Food
Hunt Auspices
August 7, 2022
it’s a fascinating concept
that the hunt worth pursuing
is the one that hunts you
to begin
one must notice
one is being hunted
to begin
one must care
one is being hunted
two very different hunts
parade between cake
and beans
everyone fed
* * *
Watched Prey, got hungry, probably saw a very different movie than most.
Poetry, Boxing, Death
Situational Flashback
August 6, 2022
again, I have fallen out of my body
fluttering in atmospheric deviations
trying to remember what that thing’s for
so still
hearing, somewhere far, a bell
boxing gloves and shorts, Death
arrives, all bone and good cheer
ghost of Howard Cosell yelling
round seven
settling in later, breakfast finished
meat healing around me once more
I’m reminded to thank my coach –
leg locks work really well on boxers
* * *
Poem, Bones, Death, Music
Deliberate Accidentals
August 2, 2022
in my bones, radiocarbon emissions
represent an average of jazz
off-beat, off-kilter
something one might late at night
find lost between stations
ideoplastic wavelengths
we are no longer here
we whose signal
attenuated
we are always here
listened to and listening
your story and mine, inundated
* * *
Poem, Not Actually Religion
Epoch Draft
August 2, 2022
we think the fossil record random
bones and footprints strewn –
assume those who follow us
will be confused instead by chairs
and simple things
forgotten
alas, confusion is many gods
indicating an eternity of dance steps –
their favorite tunes behind the wire
bemoaning failed signal
of simple things
forgotten
* * *
Poem, Horror-ish, Silly
Empty Bodies
August 2, 2022
my dress form
assembly complete for testing
hasn’t been attacked today
despite sitting behind my office chair
quietly awaiting my inattention
to drop four centimeters in soft squeaking
not quite tightened
a jump-scare self-provided
assigns its own reward
* * *
Sometimes the poems come from life, and the dress form, now properly tightened, has again terrified me, this time wiggled by cats.
Poem, Robot, Software, Successful Failure
Rules For Reasons
August 1, 2022
while technically qualifying
as graceful program exit
quality control insists that next time
blighted autonomous device 635
should avoid any cabriole
leading to defenestration
vacating premises via wall
own hole or no
also denied
* * *
I feel the degree to which I am sleep deprived is probably most accurately represented by this particular #poem
ETA correct spelling, oy.
Poem, Summer, Concerning, Firearms
A Tealess Summer
July 27, 2022
in the outside heat
our inside voices
break the quiet
a blanket still
saturated where insects glisten
birds in golden splendor
stare black-eyed
our outside sweat
all motion
hose in garden
squeaking shower flow
seamlessly absorbed
to background
our outside let
sitting in scavenged chairs
family watches forest
shotguns steady
resting
nesting woods
in pictures layered
questing
* * *
Poem, Food, Implied Awful
Social Distraction
July 26, 2022
class discussion on toxic traits
quickly resolved into three scenarios
pizza day
beans day
leftovers day
further, it was suggested that leftovers day
was always Friday not because of the week
food nearly concluded
but because no sane school would house
under any circumstances, the abomination
* * *
Poetry, Tangential Racism, Soup
Stereo Subtype
July 26, 2022
on asked where I was from
perhaps it was my temperament
that replied – soup
six transplanted biomes
four languages not my own
never fully learned
genetic variation
suggesting a dozen suggestions
always suggesting
wrapped around home
never acknowledged
as from here
* * *
Poem, Stuckness, Mildly Crass
Ash Out
July 21, 2022
we don’t bring Bob
to the diner any more
where, having seen
that internet meme
they lifted the lid
on the cigarette bin
sand basin grim
and sat within
stuck, so stuck
two cops, a fire-truck
paramedic and Vaseline
finally freeing them
saying Bob, hey Bob
are these really your friends
but it’s not as if we could stop them
* * *
Bob is a default name, and not one of the Bobs I know, thank-you.
Poem, Writing, Heat Wave
There Would Have Been Words
July 21, 2022
there would have been words
but the heat is hot
reflexive conclusion
to stop, to rest
to test that energy
leave it for later
in hopes that the clutter
in storms moving closer
will settle the standard
waver the banner
and ease back the shuffle
there would have been words
but the heat is hot
and stopping’s not coming
* * *
Poem, Theft, Accidental, Cats
Pocket Universe
July 20, 2022
pockets, I dunno
they weren’t nailed down
so in they went
time stood well
bucketed down and bucketed up
now a vent
negative pressure
drawing a swift-inked pleasure
in movement
shelf-cat
sweeping all things
before them
this is mine
and this is mine and this – isn’t
return it
* * *
Poem, Crass, Nope Out
The Eyebrow Cramp
July 17, 2022
one dating app later, just for the quizzes, mind
a dozen dating apps, archeologically sifted
finding myself lifted as from attic dust
well, isn’t this fascinating, clearly manufactured
between x and y, indeterminate markings
rendering power ports indistinct
sociologically deciding
that instead of gentle brush and test for telepresence
applying the dick-pic power-wash
might suffice as a method of identification
* * *
Poem, Gaslight, Steampunk, Solarpunk, Tea, A Famous Quote Butchered
Reckoning Connection
July 17, 2022
they turn on
well, the kettle will do
a spot of tea for me
for you
condensing steam in waterfalls
collecting leaves beneath it all
they tune in
but the library chair
has room for you
at sea
gaslight gone to solar panels
coal fire long to checkered flannel
among the books
let us not drop out
but fill our wonder here
we few
* * *
Poem, Torture Address, A Wee Bit of Wrath
Slake Promise
July 17, 2022
sometimes simpler is better
we’ve seen the research
we already know
torture doesn’t work
just some indebted fools
charging ferryman interest
changing the name
still, that pole-and-lantern
gaze unblinking
inviting ethics committee
to dip in the river
sip deeply, sip deeply
mortgage unchanging
loves leverage’s pleasure
in taking
* * *
Short form poetry and microfic here, long form over at @Wetdryvac
The Vac of Wetdyvac.net - a construct personality geared towards politely undermining human grouping identification protocols. Author, contract/consent ethicist, and artist, its presence here is largely for, "This seems like a good place to land poetry." Yep, it's under copyright, but I often grant reprint permission.
I also do poetry for hire, if that's your speed.