Never Was

Stirred…Wayback 1 or 2

Dredge this body from reclined malaise —
Upright to denizen within determinate pixels
Flashes of memory install and project these images
Before I write my own program that is not to be owned
That another can operably access a scroll-touch away

Malaise clouds hover over every letter I purloin, abuse
From an archaic, overruled, unsettled language I apply
To be judged how it best describes one living, but dead
Many stake wounds heal from this process, but one —
In a place I can’t reach is “I Love You” daggered in my back.

Change the station? Let me…just get up…with these…pedestals…


9.9.25
From ESN (the everything’s sunny network) sponsored by the Weather Channel with a reminder, summer is soon ending. (This should cover all of their channel’s advertisers…you’re welcome. ESN is free!?):

Glad I Didn’t Go Out

Inside...I view the puffed white clumps unfasten from faithful trees, teased by playful, invisible forces.

Outside...icy gusts hurl tiny ice-daggers that spear exposed, chapped skin.

Inside...wonder of bright sun’s cool touch upon banks, smooth and hard as pearls, at every corner.

Outside...blinding glare makes a driver pull over, adjust the visor and retrieve scratched tinted lens, well hidden.

Inside...zeal gusts winnow as spirits, climb my rooftop, holler muffled greetings down our chimney, but snuff out.

Outside...the arctic’s deliverance slaps numb ears, fumbling frozen hands working the jack to replace a blown tire.


From 2.12.12
Edited, yes, 9.9.25 (better) plus title
If an actuary will recall, have you tracked, wayback when?