Poems and Prose #163 - Bannerman

Do I want some
unearned victory,
standing atop a pile
of foes who
voluntarily lie prostrate?
I ponder,
sliding my sword
into its sheath
and nodding.

Poems and Prose #162 - Crag

Enhanced by a
bitter-tasting pill,
I stretch my limbs
and prepare to scale the hill.

When I reach the top,
I plan to finally be still,
then,
and not a millisecond until.

Scattered Pixels #4

Mental Blips #16 - Employ

An hour creeps past.
I can't help but keep checking.
I should sweep the floor.

Poems and Prose #161 - Sequence

I walk to the edge
of the room and turn,
reassessing the scant
few things I've learned.

Now I lean,
my next steps discerned,
and I walk to the edge
of the room and turn.

Making Something Something Again

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Poems and Prose #160 - Gobi

The desert wind
slaps my face,
as hot sand granules
sting me like mace.

Standing in this
alien place,
I glance at my footprints
as they're slowly erased.

Now I kneel down
into the sun's grim embrace,
and start digging a hole
for myself, just in case.