Understanding Unplugged – a poem


States of blank disconnection, lost

Time swirls away without warning,

Lacking markers, no sign of when

Those minutes went, ticked over,

Vanished down the gullet

Of some monster.


How do the eyes lie so well?

Their stories are tales of tall

Imagining, translated from around

To within the skull, pieces torn

Lest they effect tenuous connections.


Lies in solid state society breathe

Of wisdom lost and the dreams soar

When fail the lines of sight to fill

What we wish to know, understand,

To become one with, to become true to.


When the Smiles Fall – a poem


What are we when…?

Smiles are fallen in grass, irretrievable

Moments of happiness forever swallowed

By a world smaller than imagining, herds

Of insects and a universe of microbes

Keep our frozen mirth now morbid kin.


The gaudy baubles are all fallen

For the evening, merriment made

Without considering end or beginning,

A whirlwind settled, the debris down

In this time, when we question all.


They are not with me in my loneliness

Nor can they be, nor I with them;

The majesty of oak trees know more

Than most others can draw upon

Of this state, disassociative mind.


Truths of one do not hold for every

Spirit facing such turns, blank

Moments mirror the grandeur reflective

Of secrets kept, buried, leaking vitriol

Into the wished for clear air, acrid

Ozone burn scents upwards wafting…