My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.


Thoughts on an old dead bird

I caught
The night before
Whose belly split
Burst like a blueberry
Made a synapse pause
Cause death is killing
Leaving moving

When he died some one came in to find him
The viewer, he went home
And sat down, spoke to his wife
Petted the dog
Looked out the window
Made a few phone calls
This caused each
Person phoned to go through
The same cycle
Cause the phone message walked into their day
Like the body itself
Each phone called,
Told it’s wife/husband
Then sat, paused
Then picked up the phone
All moved the message along

Till it hit every nerve that could of cared

One mess of strings
Of thinkings
And through
The bodies
The phones
Smoke signal went up
Ashes went down
Into electric space
Into my ear hole
And finally


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