Category: Poetry

There’s something in everything; while everything’s not much at all.
There’s value in right here & now; too high removed & you’ll fall.

There’s magic in brevity; the fleeting nature of beauty.
There are answers to be found…lost in moments felt acutely.

There’s release in less bandwidth; untuned from every data set.
There instead, ignorant bliss from past & future’s looming threat.

There is space to be had away from the feed & stream & screen.
There’s meadows & creeks & copses of trees waiting to be seen.

There’s where it was, there’s where it is & there it will always be.
With an iota of wit I’ll plot thru there & straight to me.

In for a penny & in for a pound.
This commitment what makes the world go round.

Feet first, headlong & put cart before horse.
Maximum effort hoping luck lends force.

We leap without looking while fools rush in.
We count all our chickens; both cock & hen.

We’re coarse & we wear our britches too big.
We don’t give a fig for games with no rig.

We won’t accept either second or third.
We live in silos but look to be heard.

We’re ever robbing Peter to pay Paul.
Yet, some are content & need not at all.

The mask you wear has slipped.
The level structures dipped.

The spell, at once, was broke.
It loosened every yoke.

You paused in your ascent.
Looked back & all had went.

No patrons held in thrall.
Now was your time to fall.

I’d hoped that you could fly…
Propelled by your own lie.

Soy completamente nuevo.
Acabo de salir del huevo.

Primero aprendí mi inglés.
Entonces, español y francés.

Pero soy un bebé en ambos.
Aún así, aquí estamos.

La brevedad de los poemas…
Tanto simple como supremas.

Con un léxico de un bebé…
Un mundo de sentido llevé.

Just a tick or two north of this or that.
We’re not letting the world across our mat.

Best to sweep a bit past our garden gates.
Pinch the dirt out from under potentates.

Small acts ease the load of clean, snatch & jerk.
Staying match fit for the coming end’s work.

We’ve chosen low before…& it backfired.
We’d choose high; but even the sky is mired.

We could stay still: maintaining the bubble.
Though life hemmed that thin…double the trouble.

What thus follows is like an ode.
It is writ in digital code.

Yet, you won’t see zeros & ones.
For, magic maths make air weigh tonnes.

Cyber language invisible…
Into known text divisible.

We read the data we are shown.
Aware, beyond, more could be known.

Yes, we take our tech at its word.
Ignoring ghosts that we’ve all heard.

Here, they are found in our skincare.
Former darlings of germ warfare.

Look there; alert & lucidly.
For, we fuck things up deucedly.

Our minds’ eyes fertile & fecund.
Absorbing more than brains reckoned.

Tweak the weapon & heal instead.
Yet, overuse will kill you dead.

Miniaturized arms…bombs & drones.
The last field of battle…our bones.

Reading is a mood enhancer.
Escape is the common answer.

We’ll run from here with all our might.
We’ll search the dawns for signs of night.

Our childish eyes just want to play.
If open, display they survey.

Their only function is to see.
They record both horror & glee.

We choose the things that our eyes know.
Words lend balance to ebb & flow.

For P

I am awash in what’s pop.
New shit goes right to the top.
The state of my inbox is slop.

I’m always falling behind.
FOMO is ruling my mind.
My attention span’s in a bind.

I can’t focus on the old;
Whenever new things are sold.
My bottom layer’s always mold.

My attention starts to drift;
In the face of a fresh gift.
For all mint conditions, I sift.

I have tried staying up late.
I’ve even sped up my rate.
But nought compares to brand new bait.

Every night, as we put the day to rest…
Some kill the day’s worst & savor it’s best.

Some kill both & are, in the morning, the same.
Some catalog both; thus, winning the game.

Some do no accounting, afore or aft…
Just knowing they live when they’ve cried or laughed.

Some haven’t the means to look at theirselves…
No feeling shaped tools & less for mind-delves.

Nights, we dig graves, bury faults & treasure.
Or, live blind…just consumption & pleasure.