Yesterday
We met for coffee one morning,
as some old lovers do. How are you –
The moment seemed strange, for
the shape of her lips had changed.
Radical
Like neurons from a gun
What have we become –
Slaves to microwaves
Lives as liquid assets
Rebellion
Yahweh is dead, I think.
This is good, most likely.
But what happens when
half a bipolarity remains?
Descent
Speckles of rain…
drifting moon-clouds.
The dark earth swallows
and these stars are serene.
Cursive
So Grandma finally buckled
and bought a smart phone.
Grandpa, meanwhile,
has nothing to do.
Around
You say you love me
but I do not understand
the nature of this promise,
only the arrows of domesticity.
