
HI-TEC




TRAJECTORY
oh my shadow author
I read it all
your magnum opus
in one sitting
read until the gears.
in my brain ground together
needed to
for any hope of an ending
that though
frightfully, delightfully
savaged i might
feel complete
have worked out
the narrative trajectoty
of your death parabola
for this
to let every tick, spidsr
and tarantula of your telling
fill my braim with
the tough
silk of your web
not with quill and ink
or ballpoint or rattling
tommy gun of
typewriter
did you write this thing
commit to page, all
sluced and diced
but with the nose cone
of our decimation, needle
point of
such chain reaction
that those who ever read
brain-colonized, lived
that paranoid twisted
tormented
tantalizinv tale
once that seemed
adventure to warp
extemity
itself
COME AND GONE
the elections
have come
and gone
see it
feel it
bandwagon upon
bandwagon
hustings, every.
shred of bunting
melring away
dissolved
call it entropy
call it magic
call it
crazy stilted
carnival
from morning
to night the
voting lines snaking
across fields, along
sideroads down
highways
and now
night having arrived
darkness duly delivered
we sleep
dream
make love
are
transported hither
united
together
one heart, one soul
suspension of borders
boundaries
parties, divisions
until
the Sun
great absolutist,
prime
god of heaven
must come.
searching, scanning
for all
outside his frame,
not in his name
not within his sphere, of
his echo chamber, subject
to
supreme vindication
out to
unravel
all the night ravelled
lest
a spectral feeling,
rise like a mist, begin
to hold sway
all
(that is
said )
must find
its way into play
as deep apparition
ghost
of
the to come
by sublime
thinker’s stone
from
parchment to
wall
by key and
by code
delivered to us all
as
sweet transformation
end
to
each tyranny of light,
masquerade
of same

SPEECHLESS
you were
the one who
left me speechless
when your lips
moved
so did
the stars
the raw beauty
to skittle me
Queen Ace King
Jack Ten
top to
bottom
a flush of hearts
and many loved you
my firm
belief
they found you
untamable
but once i held
you close
instantly
my
goddess
beyond all space
and time
but now, when
last we spoke
it was a dark,
peverse loyalty
to
the murderous instincts
of the tribe
whose path
must lead
to dire inhumanity, genocide
taking the startling beauty
from those fine eyes
blind to the horror
skewed by its lies


