Fire Rite

He lit all of my gasoline
and boasted,
This is jet fuel baby,
I burn it all.

It was reckless of me
to expose my reserve tank
within such close proximity
to predictable ignition.

Not even a triangular flag
waves a nauseous warning
over fanned flames,
choked up
only to be licked with sharp tongues.

The day burns its long wick
down to the bare wax molded
mannequin of myself
who whispers Empty

in the end,

when the fire finally consumes itself
he calls it,
Raw Power as combustion
can be counted upon
inevitably
given enough
desire
to fill the stone curb well

with ashes.



Painting by Nikolai Astrup, 'Midsummer eve bonfire' c. 1915 in Public domain.

Signal

Blue screen drama fiend

what have you become?

Turn it off or someone will,

you won't remember

but you won't remember

given enough space.

The smell doesn't count, the color couldn't care to stay

it was "This-ness" and by the feebleness of narrow hands,

grasping

Did we ever listen while thinking of something

better we could say...

This was not electric; magnetism is not magical.

Sparks happen. Predictably we promised.

Revolution and Industry-

you'll forget what these did to we.

Don't look up, what is done is done, thy will

and guilt gone!

(on Sunday)

See? Forgotten verboten. Fuzzy. Atonement.

The power we ceased to possess,

Eternally, not youth but

goes by Memory,

like calories and ergs,

also

measured by the byte.

Painting by Ilya Repin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

dropping the ball

As the overhead lights dim and dawn,

memorists and statisticians note

the smuggled force in-formation,

feigns power.

Smarter than the averages

within their means.

If it were up to us

burrowed heads,

footprints and carbonated 

rhetoric would leave a mark.

As observed, hope floats away,

proof we are wingless, too heavy

for syllogisms sake. 

It is not as though we are not necessary.

We are...proof, part air. 

Forecasting all is Fair 

weather wise

we are all 

dead weight-

Wait...

what about us?

Image By Pixelmaniac pictures (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Power-saver mode

I need a volta
the current
situation is shorting
my fulfillment
and stunting my growth

and a volta would do the trick
and a volta sounds like a charge
and a volta would be shocking
to the system

A volta is what I need
to insert into my life, poetry, right
-Here-
left justified
and
Now-
About us...

After all the loves I've met
it is you I regret
letting plug into me
sapping my signal strength
sucking my juice dry

filling up your,
well,
wishes and kisses
are for children who have it all
in potential

conservation comes
in steady waves
don't save yourself,
do something else
shocking
or nothing at all
shutting down...



Image By George Eastman House [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons, Electric lightbulb patents. 

Bottomless Pit

Always Yessss

Giving of yourself fills

instead of empties

Time is precious

Time doesn't matter

We have forever

We only have this 

moment

Your presence comforts

and tucks in loose ends

When you think you cannot

utter how much

it doubles

It is violent sometimes

passionate always

lights a higher wattage

elevates skin, tactile

and smell, enhanced

breath and glance

Always withdrawing

never replenishing

It demands One

greater power

at all times

It crushes the other under

its obligation

slithers into shoulds

inconcertina locomotion

nestled in your snaky needs

a serpentine fork

Loves anivenom

Consumes more than

its out weight in

carniverous ways

of sanssss sssseriffssss

charmed by the cold-blooded

constriction of I love you

insatiably. 

Image By NASA / Jet Propulsion Laboratory / University of Arizona [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Descripton Details English: "Dark pits on some of the Martian volcanoes have been speculated to be entrances into caves. A previous HiRISE image, looking essentially straight down, saw only darkness in this pit. This time the pit was imaged from the west. Since the picture was taken at about 2:30 p.m. local (Mars) time, the sun was also shining from the west. We can now see the eastern wall of the pit catching the sunlight.

This confirms that this pit is essentially a vertical shaft cut through the lava flows on the flank of the volcano. Such pits form on similar volcanoes in Hawaii and are called "pit craters." They generally do not connect to long open caverns but are the result of deep underground collapse. From the shadow of the rim cast onto the wall of the pit we can calculate that the pit is at least 178 meters (584 feet) deep. The pit is 150 x 157 meters (492 x 515 feet) across. Written by: Laszlo P. Keszthelyi."