Poetry
Toy
Do you remeber waking like this?
Walking like this?
Fingertips charred black from spellwork, emboldened heart, eyes ablaze
With new knowledge of the severity of your own imagination and will
It doesn't look like it does in the motion pictures does it?
There's no "ZAP!" sound when you've hurled lightening,
there's certainly in't an illustrator paid a meager wage to paint the bolts onto every cell
Even if they did still do it that way
Will we know when we've defiled what we hold sacred when we've shared it,
especially out of love?
Fatigue and the sting of blisters isn't enough
amidst the desert, atop mountains
the shades and hallucinations that assail me were far more fierce than what I see here now
I gave up books that hold my hand for books that laugh at me and whisper to me like a lover
What use have I for your gab?
A joiner with a concrete drill
putting doors in walls she wasn't asked to.
Harlen
I give up
This machine will delete me
Once its used the remaining human soul as a sponge
Saturated, blown out, overexposed
Under rendered
I was programmed in dreams
Can you compute a hardware that has had me
hurled so far between realities
samples shimmer iridescent
frame rate shifts dilate vision
Veil
Running in the background
superimposed worlds layered over each other
animated on subsequently more antiquated operating systems
Oooooo how this is my blood
This is my best
time to invest
With nothing to hold onto
Oooour world is a fake
I can touch it, yet see the bits by which it's built constantly change
how I can't wait to escape
my app eating cpu
whatever it was now eating drive space
and recycling code
Arts District
Roads and rows the streets and alley's are lined with converted warehouses,luxury lofts, parking lots
but where might I reside
I have no the cashflow for coffee
let alone the flow of another new coffee house
The churches are closed
they pray for the falter of my health
And we're all supposed to believe in angels
but I do
When I see someone give another less fortunate help