Poems and Prose #19: Algorithm

Robotic murmurs,
reverberating,
incoherent,
dissonant.

They portend the future
while sullying the past,
but organic ears
hear just
the exaltations.

Who will program
the next phrases?
Will it be me,
or my neighbor,
or some self-assembled
string of code
that draws on
a library of
hundreds of years
of data
to make an
instantaneous decision?

The room's now silent
but for the
computer's droning hum,
and my reflection
in the window
looks distant and gaunt.

Poems and Prose #18: Pinpoint

The tunnel's end
looms large,
mysteriously forboding
in concurrence
with its majesty.
I stumble,
smashing my chin
on the cobblestone,
laughing through
a trembling grin.

Poems and Prose #17: Nebulous

Blissed-out,
memories diffuse,
like dandelion feathers,
following gently
the contours
of the hazy air.

Smirks relax to grins
as gravity decreases,
the hardened truths
we've run away from
transforming into
shapeless shadows,
cloaked by halos
thrown by stars
that might have
died long ago.

Resolve recedes,
and we float across
the shallow stream,
looking not ahead
but at our
moonlit reflections,
feeling just okay.

Poems and Prose #16: Cog

Tick-tick-tick.

Thick spit
sheathes my lips,
while my gritted teeth
stymie all attempts at wit.

The gears cl-click,
turning slowly
'cause they're bent.
And no matter, no,
how hard they're hit,
I just can't seem
to smooth the dents.

Tick-tick-tick...

Poems and Prose #15: Rung

Concentric musings fill the spiral,
Each outline further apart from the last.
My eyeball proves itself a finite lens,
And I only see fragments at a time.

What fills that space, that empty void,
Lying beyond that last circle's boundary,
Yet infiltrated by the spiral's ever-spanning arm?
One can't see that off which no light reflects.