Poems and Prose #56 - Yonder

Convergence smears
the horizon line to a mist,
skyscrapers dissolved
into crumbled obelisks.

The moon frowns down,
its left side gone,
well aware of its nearness
to the approaching dawn.

Today will be hot
and bursting with steam,
and at noon, this moment
will seem like a dream,

Brilliant and vivid
while eyelids are draped,
then a longed-for fantasy
that quickly escapes.

Mental Blips #3 - Gurney

I'm carted into the corridor,
the ballasts on the ceiling buzzing,
my irises motionless.

Mental Blips #2 - Fuzz

Electronic sounds,
humming, buzzing, fizzing clean,
leave a long echo.

Mental Blips #1 - Statuary

Broken branches strewn,
we walk aimlessly, silent,
the moon not moving.

Poems and Prose #55 - Masonry

The hammer clangs
against a wall
of dirty bricks,
displacing
brown-and-red powder
that hits the floor
and grates underneath
my booted feet,
as I move
from side to side,
pounding on
my heavy silhouette
for hours and hours.

Poems and Prose #54 - Fulcrum

Moreover,
I lament,
additionally,
pausing to clear my throat,
I furthermore elocute,
hereon,
flatly and baldly,
that,
for better or,
perhaps,
worse,
I,
neither fortunately
nor in the contrapositive,
have nothing to say.

Poems and Prose #53 - Olympic

The deities giggle,
thunderclaps echoing,
as the tree-dotted plains
sporadically brighten,
then fade to darkness.

Even as they stand
up here,
gleaming,
heavy crowns
atop their heads,
the clouds don't
sag an inch,
and the raindrops fall,
or don't,
regardless of where
their mighty hands wave.