Poems and Prose #156 - Blinkered

Elevated by
way of chemicals,
I find gravity
to be inimical.

Tugged by this force,
long invisible,
though irked that
descent is so damn sensible,
I treat it more
like it's umbilical,
fit for discarding
when truth becomes mythical.

Poems and Prose #155 - Embossed

In replication,
the mimicked item
seems resolute,
standing apart,
though still
quite in cahoots.

Being facsimiles,
we can't
be so aloof,
nor can we
rely upon
plans so astute.

So let us stand,
arms linked,
with stern couth,
while the genuine
article grows
long in the tooth.

Scattered Pixels #2

Poems and Prose #154 - Bore

A paradox, perhaps,
blocks my passage
through the dirt,
the shovel stubbornly
refusing to pierce
the hardened earth.

Is this the deepest point,
or maybe
something worse:
that some digger
wearing my face
came and went here first?

Scattered Pixels #1

Poems and Prose #153 - Column

Preparing for the new year
in the middle of an old one,
I find myself frantically
searching my fridge for a cold one.

"Ah," I said, smiling,
as I reached out to hold one,
glad that I went to
my friend's house and stole one.

Poems and Prose #152 - Muzzle

Atavistic is
what they called him,
though they'd de-fanged
and declawed him.

Now his rage
comes off as maudlin;
I'm trying hard not
to reference Godwin...