H>T>B

nuts and bolts

crinkle, clinkle, clunk,

rattling inside cans

mashed with bits 

of half-cooked brain

Thank Technology: our friend

frying brain cells

wave by wave

with earnest, bright-faced cheer

Technology,

oh dear, dear friend. . . .

You might be 

Homicidal.

Wasting

Simple and sure.


I've been waiting for you
Unfortunate, I know.
Waiting is wasting
I've been wasting for you.


We had a talk.
Fortunately horrid.
I don't care.
It was enough to sever the sickly umbilical ties.


For that, I am thankful.


You are prepared,
aren't you?


I am preparing.
I will be prepared for the hailstorm that is my future.


Sometimes I feel
Like another refugee
hiding beneath the wooden slats of a decomposing wagon,
waiting for the lull in shots picketing my surroundings
to make a run for freedom
To paint the wagon red.