Alien Autopsy (#21 Na/GloPoWriMo)

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Blood is thicker than water, oh how negative.
Negative monkey tree.
The aliens live among us, spreading, growing.
The slouching Neanderthals kiss the others, glue the spear, strike,
and the humanid who grubs the tuber gathers around
flames
the stars alight roaring in flame over the tiny drama
below.

 

Blood is thicker than water.  Oh negative.
Negative rejecting choice.
In the womb, restless, blood at war
no voice, the helpless innocent
because the surface doubt;
driving and colliding, a sunrise of doubt
the departure, death highway, extinction.
Tribes are not unanimous.  Rise!  Rise!  Rise!
We mesh our negative, our positive, our vegetables
eyes.
But answers are not real, belonging is a myth;
stories tell truth.  The cords that bind
the winding stair,
and the risen’s rise will raise the risen this day
and every day those above will deliver the past.

And yet
the chimpanzee writes laws
and the personalities wither
scrubbing the stones at the feet of butterflies snacking on
baby toes.

Still
we walk the water’s edge, secrets breeding,
and then, revealed, the water evaporates to desert
calving ice to rising trees.
Rise!  Rise!  Rise!
Only when the washed world recedes,
and the baby toes catch in all-too-human
craws,
when the eyes cloud to the rising sun,
there the witness mashes gritty sand
cheek to surf,
at the sunset let the pooling cool,
let the choice and the fortune strike even,
and light fade from the scene.

The witness awaits
Stars without end
The negative, the lonely, the outlandish.

One-Sided (#20 Na/GloPoWriMo)

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I’m hearing only one side of this conversation
Uh, huh. Yup. Do you have coordinates?

I know you will be gone tonight,
Looking for lost souls. My soul at home

Hoping your soul will be safe.
That you will bring in the unprepared.

One-sided conversations,
Imagination filling in gaps:

What does shadow on my x-ray mean?
How long do you think?

Are you kidding me?
Uplilting voice, eager.

How much if we increase our co-pay?
Double our deductible?

And the droning insistence of newscasters,
Hopelessness an imagination cannot correct.

Arabian, Buckskin, Connemara

Gus 3 years old

Dartmoor even Freisian
Gypsy Horse
Icelandic
Jeju Kaju
Lippizaner Mustang
Norweigian
Oldenburg, Percheron
Quarter (Horse)
Rhineland
Saddlebred
Tennessee (Walking Horse)
Ukrainian
Venezuelan
Württemberger
Xilingal
Yemeni
Zweibrücker

Every breed, every shape,
Every hoof, every eye.

Every time.

Newton’s Third Law (#18 Na/GloPoWriMo)

 

Loss, grief, absence embodies in
Newton’s third law:
For every action,
There is an equal
And opposite reaction.

A fish and water
Pressing against each other.
One object
Another environment.

Or

Your lean against my leg.
My leg against your lean
Your stare countered by mine.
Your end of the leash,
Trotting.
My end jogging.
The day the needle slipped into your vein
As if a puncture into my own heart.
The day you galloped on your side into the void.
You a black hole.
My tenuous hold on the now.