Poems and Prose #103 - Interim

Time's arrow careens,
arching over hilltops
and through ravines,
jostling surreally
in the buffeting breeze;
in its wake,
bent grass blades and reeds;
its shadow far too
far away to see,
too unresolved
to fit in the scene;
reminding onlookers
to perhaps now believe
that in a few instants hence
there'll be fresh, new things.

Poems and Prose #102 - Product

The tubes detach
  from my neck,
popping as the
  air interjects,
and my curled arms
  now wildly flex,
with starving nerves,
  I suspect,
aiming for something
  far less direct
than a pink-of-hue
  insect
with self-surmised
  intellect,
drifting slowly now,
  a speck,
my face subtly
  bedecked
with the soft blue light
  my former home reflects,
a place I hereby,
  floating off, reject.

Poems and Prose #101 - Crunch

Conspiring conveners
encircle me,
torches held high,
somehow furtively,
their whispers clanging,
curses hurtling,
as I cower,
hunching turgidly,

my breath's cloud hovering,
my eyelids slowly shuttering.