Tuesday, February 28, 2017
And in the death
Mold sprouted from liquescent corses
Recycling in the greening thoroughfare
Cockroaches the size of roaches scuttled through
Rusty weak spots in cans tumbled from the shelves
Well, a work in progress. I've always loved the intro to Diamond Dogs.
Monday, February 27, 2017
Our static bubble
in a billion lifetimes
we could not cross,
yet someone must live at the edge.
When it looks out at
night, are there stars
only in one direction,
too far to reach, ever?
I read that a new bubbleverse
can pop in
swell to gargantuan dimensions,
yet remain to us invisible.
I throw up my hands,
plant a few marigolds,
check the rose for buds.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
leading her to water
tentative no more, she takes the plunge --
ecstasy in every toss of mane,
His calls unanswered, he must follow suit,
Though suited, he's ill-suited to the game.
she swims beside the boat:
the sea's afire, redolent of all who've swum before.
he rocks, and splashes, thrashing mightily around:
a dried fish who's lost the knack to swim --
she reminds him with a caudal whap!
then swoops to catch him ere he drowns.
she's hard, electric, and her eyes are large
enough to capture everything on film
her genes are freshly pressed and though her flesh is cold,
she fills the sea, he thinks,
her lateral line a G-spot meters long,
chatoyant and yet subtle as her actions bold.
his games a bore, she darts away, she sounds,
her passage rings an infrasonic note,
Mother Sea adpresses, welcomes to the fold,
the world of men's a chain but she's unbound.
failure on the books, his grants now on the wane,
he dreams about the one who got away.
Previously published, in a slightly different form, in Chaos Butterfly, 1998.
I published this tiny collection of scifaiku in 2012 as a trifold brochure. It's all my own work (except a photo [Sheila Kopaska-Merkel] and the brochure design [F. J. Bergmann]), and many of the poems appeared nowhere else. It includes a photomicrograph, taken by me, of weird and alien creatures. If you want a pdf, it's free for the asking: jopnquog at gmail.com.