Monday, August 22, 2016

Poems and Prose #151 - Honed

His elegant wordplay
is a sleek, shiny shell,
quite unlike the dunce's hats
the others wear so well.

His brilliance lands him next
to The Bard on the groaning bookcase shelf,
and he knows his words are quite esteemed,
because he said so himself.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Poems and Prose #150 - Zee

Blacked out,
existence drizzles.
My eyelids flutter,
but my sight fizzles.

With no one there
to lend assistance,
I toe the cusp
of nonexistence.

Waking up,
my body granite,
I yearn for one
more breath, goddammit.

And as my
sentience returns,
I realize there'll be
nothing learned.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Poems and Prose #149 - NaN

A square root's inverse
peers into a negative void,
adhering to the rules as
they've always been deployed.

Empty space stands trembling,
while simultaneously poised,
embracing the invisibility
it's heretofore enjoyed.