My Stories

After waves of the undertow fix
ferruginous, rotted, inchoate
fingers remote control fingers
childish yearning fingers extension
of the reeling mind fingers twitching
jonesing aching fingers turning
television channels over in the void

what's the come on, next reality put off
time is a relative circumstance
in this world one program is three in the next
what threat is prioritized in expanding number-scape
a push and incursion world collision
these tumbling time strapped pieces never the same
adrift in pre-programmed resonance
ghosts of the ideaverse
their skeletons made up of words.

Competing Narratives

These things are quite juvenile. 

Some operate without us.

Fostered by those who love, not knowing. Those unaccustomed to conscious thought. 

ignore the signs, the murmur, the crashing silence. Waiting.

An arrangement of flowers, on the surface, dew covered and
blighted by age, water, thirst, hunger
a truth, unwarranted.

Two giants, risen, worshiped. Loved. Like Gods but held. In their hands
Loved. In their arms, rotten, Loved.

A truth denied. The blue light of televisions, in constant motion,
flicker, flicker, die. Unchanged, unmoved, Blue.

Transitional, untouched, imploring. Walking high rise morality
thunderous applause.

Hold your ears, the blue penetrates them. A memory. Compulsory

Compulsive. Bleeding into you. Me. I. We.
Voices in the woods, paper burning,
burning your eyes, sweet to smell,
Hot.

On your face it burns. Bathing you....Me? Which...?
Words. Orders. Lives. Good. Bad. Toxic. Intoxicating.
Fortunate. Us. Charming. Favor. Blue.

Alive.

Dead.

A tunnel, unending. A beacon.

A blue light, artificial. Watching.

Follow.

Follow.