Stone Cold Android

naked as a moonbeam
standing below sunlight and above a smokey cloud
her heart consists of pebbles and wax
and when given warmth, they wither
melting into a sticky puddle of soupy stones
as round blackened marshmallows in pouring Popsicle juice
though rancid to smell and bitter to taste
though are different sides of the same naked act of reflection

stimuli course their way through the nebulous brain stem
to find their rejection in the particular mind

the frigid ice queen has dejected
the moonbeam splintered in the water crystal

communication flashflood

Key indicators on the rush of crime,
tales of international stature, sprawling,

blips, stocks, weather,
mystery, politics, religion,
war, deception, consumption..

streams of community
washed through the rocks, sedimentary,
eroding choice, thought, and
setting fate on course.


a generation in paralysis;
a horizon sets in.

drop the point, shift focus,
landslide.

A picture of a day in high society or famous newspaper images.

Pictures stick and journeys
follow.

Images hold in them a truth which
truth itself is far too ashamed to
relay.

What images? Cultural ones,
social ones, "what is it your friends
REALLY think?"

Images are embodied by a local
and national truth. The national message:
what we are sold, the point of view in plain view,
general public. The local observation: like
the first breath of a student hitting the cold atmosphere
on a winter day (a dispersion follows, the bitterness
of the cold is felt, tactile).

Pictures stick at a mile a minute and journeys
follow.

How far will we take this void?
What darkness shelters our pictures?
Who owns the flashlight?

Where will this journey take us?

squinting

looking into the dark void
trying to find an answer
looking into the dark void
the dark void is the answer

to my audience
the conceptual body of critics
i conjure up imagery
to suggest understanding through analogy

to do this
and
to do that

these tenses imply hope

presently belly down, sucking the dank air
idealizing the days of the erect
i won't find hope
it must be created

to my audience
observe as my posture evolves

~~aves and Oircles

if you find me lost
point me to the nearest coast
no matter what the cost
or how cold the frost
i will find my way across
and swim out again until i'm lost

Who Am I?

Slight transformations,
Round the bend, discrete
but alert, paying attention to what
lays ahead, allowing pedestrians
to pass me by, goal in sight,
physical and mental chase afoot,
target has turned the bend,
acceleration in brute force,
target is aware, on the go, running,
rushing, flying by trashcans and
debris.

No sense in keeping quiet now,
wrapping staircase, smashing through glass window,
chasing a phantom through dark hallways,
alarms flashing, screeching, warning,
and up the staircase, through the 20th floor entrance,
head thrown into light, smashing the light,
blood gushing from the hit,

the target snickers,
the self shudders
and

blackout.