Black Moon

Fear-some?

Tonight a symbol
(sometimes, just a man)
A witness or suspect,
Or a history
Approaches
Beneath lamplit
Branches.

In our night's
Easy caress,
The black
Heart breaks
More often
Than in a
Blue moon.

To Smoothen

The depilatory effect of aging

Grows more glaringly

Into the perfect metaphor

Of how the august deluge 

Will polish our hardness

Smooth and gleaming

Rounded and strewn

Like so many pebbles

Clacking their balderdash

Running along a river bank

To Reign

Condensing
Clouds
Into rain is 
The trick.

Your
Floating
Water
Should
Flow
And not stick to skies,
No matter
How blue
They may seem,
To bake and parch
The terrain of your

Dreams -

Your dancing seedlings
That pine for the Flash
And Clap! -
That know that all Pressure
Spells Hope.

Alea Iacta Est

I only sometimes grasp that the die has been cast

And this is just as well.

In a game with only one player

You always are and yet cannot be last.

Because I came in already staked at risk of ruin

I’ve learned some rules

And studied the competition

To stop them from being my undoing.

I looked to grand-masters to weigh in -

Those that have some style.

The best of them say

The meaning of the game is in  playing.

"Lipogram" sounds like a screening procedure for subcutaneous fat - "I" doesn't belong

Play along and tarry on.

Lean headlong.

To look back at events,

Your eyes track an old reel and

Cannot help but jump and repeat.

Can you be honored by or sorry for

An eternally aleatory past? (Ah, yes, overlook the BANG)

Mouse pad - “Great” sounded off - “Upper East”.

Aye, no need even to ask - some personally pronounced Zen “proof”:

Stone drops, splashes and tadpole floats up.

Dog sees and barks. Tree dances. The Master monk passes gas

Because the Koan has no form and makes no sense.

WWWWW

"Sumus quod sumus" (1)

Ref:

(1) Ke$ha

Mosaic

our life will be a mosaic 
of chance-cut pixels

it will have bits of red and blue, silver bows and diamond truths

it will cast a smooth glow in the hues of our days

it will be roughly delved and mortared with

the stories we will tell ourselves

our hopes will forever run 
keenly over the edges 

let us amble 
backwards
leisurely

to discover, slowly, 
all of the resolving pictures

that our love 
will leave behind

.singularity

a dancing collection of nanos

traipsed down my circulatory system

dusting here, febrezing there

and making me staid again.

i am strong.  

i remember everything exactly -

how we hurtled and spun and laughed!

and also the feel of the burning sword 

as we jumped into e-den.

the humble drosophila's gift wrapped in

unspeakable loss.

happy networks in prague

where re-runs are archived

show me winter and feel me cold.

the idea beckons incessantly: we are become us.

dark bits are playthings for splits -

shadows exploring the ancient expanse

it all began soon

when were you, memory, and what exactly?

Agoraphobe

Forty seconds since the start

Flush warm against the notepad

I'm plopped around the table

The chairs groan and squeak

The conferencer crackles with 

Disembodied punchy muffles

Beating the fluorescent drone

The faux marble is so cool and

Has wooden legs

Twitchy lids flutter above the hurricane

And I direly need to run