Anterofit

Someday we’ll replace ourselves
Part by part
Because we were sold the idea
Of the supremacy of metals and plastics
And we will continue
Until only the brain remains
Capable of still wondering
How it got this far
And how much time it has left

inclement whether

On kite-flown fields we stood,
and gaze aligned therefrom,
went heavenward to ground.
We followed those stares down:
Eyes dark then did alight
On feet, unknowing where
our feet should go.
We fled the fielded land.
Directionless we ran.

And over-shoulder, sprinting,
saw the cloud-banks billow
black and set to follow;
Past past we moved to morrow.
Fields failed and then fell fallow.

Sun, curtained was covered
And shadows closed to claim us.
The rain threatened to reign us.
And thunder clapped applause
and flung arc-lights to blind us;
alight our lapine flight up-slope.
We bolted from the bolts.

We reached the peak and there
Surveyed the drowning flood:
The marshes made to mud,
the former land awash,
and all the marks erased.
From shattered sticks and brush
We built a roof
from the castaways of trees.
Sought shelter in the now:
Our prior path destroyed
by the indifference of clouds.

restlessness

electricwire hum,
arcing brainthrough
in cicadapitches. Harrowing,
sleepceasing; erases
the punctuation of slumber

abyss

Abyss stares back-

devoid of awkward eye-contact.

Seductive ploy employs;

its voice a void you can’t avoid.

Whispers, sweet nothings.

sink

Losing to the foundering:
Lash me to the world, and
I’ll captain it;
slip beneath indifferent waves.

Cast Away

The ship we’d stood upon, it sank.
We flung ourselves into the seas.
And drowning as we cast our pleas,
we wrote ourselves for anyone who’d care to read us.
The waves goodbye to greet us.

And long after we walked that plank,
The ocean drank the ink and swallowed.
The paper may as well be blank.
Our message was the bottle.

Quiet Drive

I am too-far-travelled.

Pedaled-down, through glass

Pass roadsiders blown-tired.

Radio voices, interred,

become crackle and hiss;

familiar channels fading.

Along the exitless road,

U-turnless to you-

I am losing my stations.