Thursday, August 18, 2011

3:15 Experiment, Day Seventeen

I dreamt (again)
    I won the lotto

except it wasn't the lotto
    but a grant
and it wasn't for me
but a group of us

Giant stacks of papers
    Good news
Where is PR to document it?

3:15 Experiment, Day Sixteen

They lied to us, didn't they?
the new tomorrows
live next door

integration into our lives
was never the intention
survival of the violentest

They will never take us to space
the poor, the hovering masses
the lying on the floor reaching up

next door will live forever
with a robot heart and mind
supercomputered into infinity

it's like cats' lifespans
humans live so long now
but cats still live so briefly
someone should get on that

I sometimes wonder if that's the trouble
humans were never meant to reach Babel's top
but no cat I know of ever committed genocide

the next door neighbors have no pets
but they type 200 WPM
and live on green leafy vegetables

the future is pleasureless

then again, we won't be there, will we?
a living eugenics
survival of the richest

Maybe Leona Helmsley's dog can stay
maybe Astro was wishful thinking

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

3:15 Experiment, Day Fifteen

gnawing at night
the bones the bones the bones
sinewy tasty bits
propensity to slurrrp

a thousand tiny teeth
pointy- slump and shine
typewriter clicks
piranha intact

egalitarian mouth
indiscriminate munching
necks and hands and backs and shoulders
frontal lobe to boot

gnawing at night
chewing con-like by day
regurgitate my sanity!
at last some part of "me"

3:15 Experiment, Day Twelve

inutil
never associated

3:15 Experiment, Day Ten

sometimes
it feels
fishes in the ceiling
tons and tons of pressure
just above
my head

3:15 Experiment, Day Eight

nociceptors 3

feathery touch
breeze, goose pimples
two hard "two hard"
one must be fragile
hand tearing specters
stalks and sucks of the wounds
filing "don't forget me"

3:15 Experiment, Day Seven

(wow, I plagiarized from myself...)

she had one of those accents
like she could be a host
on Saturday morning TV

one of those hairdos that
must have been chosen by
her mother back in the day

those nails that one both bites
at and peels away- thin
from too little calcium

earring holes in her lobe
stretched from too heavy
of hopes

I'd like to say she was
smart or funny or charming
or even interesting

Lord knows her mundaneness
was enough for me