I used to think
I had only two brothers
no sisters
bound together in darkness
the same mother
born of flesh
torn
shrieking
from the void
sightless frailty a commonality
remorseless beginning
I know better now.
Dream
lithium sleek I play in sleep
over unminded children blow
aid them in their grateful leap
bait the hook and know
a red blood meal lies ahead
only grown for the long wait
kept dark and human-fed
grief and pride will fill my plate
on a table built of appetite
I serve a starving pest
unaware it chews their light
all the wonder they confessed
I will catch them on my line
and spear them with hope's serrated tine
over unminded children blow
aid them in their grateful leap
bait the hook and know
a red blood meal lies ahead
only grown for the long wait
kept dark and human-fed
grief and pride will fill my plate
on a table built of appetite
I serve a starving pest
unaware it chews their light
all the wonder they confessed
I will catch them on my line
and spear them with hope's serrated tine
Say Goodnight
I'm one of those people who just up and leave. Especially when there's a huge fun party going on, I'd much rather everyone just continue to have a good time. If you notice me trying to ninja my way out the door, I'd appreciate it if you leave me to it. Maybe just wink, or wave if you have to. Not enough people wink.
*.google.com 1:0-∞
I need to tell you something. First, some background. One of the gods I worship is information. The dictionary is my old testament, google my new testament. Using information retrieval systems is vastly diverting for me. As an aside, diversion, variety, and surprise are all in my personal pantheon.
So, the scene evolves at work. I am in conversation with a couple of my work chums, and here I'm going to make up a couple of names for them, not for any reason of anonymity, but because when you name someone or something it gives you magick. What I'm saying here is that I am some kind of crazy occult guy, and if I give you a nickname look the fuck out! You might wake from a trance in some socially awkward position because I found it amusing. Wait a minute, this is sounding a lot like the last thirty or so years. I plan on not thinking about that too much from now on.
Mik Soledyan and Dai Etaunyk and I were all standing around, arguing over which forest creature is represented on the Canadian quarter dollar. I was being my usual jerkish self and claiming that it's an elk, while Dai and Mik were fairly sure that it's a caribou. Nothing like a little conflict, that's what I say. After a brief "Nuh-uh! You're an...wrong!" type argument, we checked wikipedia. And here's where it all went horribly scope down.
We find the entry for the Canadian quarter dollar, and lo and behold, it's a caribou. Surprise. For a laugh, I edit the page, operating under the assumption that people check these things. In place of caribou, I put in elk. No big deal, someone will see that and change it back.
Nope! Almost a week later, it still says elk. I felt a deep, abiding shame creep over me. I changed it immediately of course. And now I await the vengeance of an angry information god.
So, the scene evolves at work. I am in conversation with a couple of my work chums, and here I'm going to make up a couple of names for them, not for any reason of anonymity, but because when you name someone or something it gives you magick. What I'm saying here is that I am some kind of crazy occult guy, and if I give you a nickname look the fuck out! You might wake from a trance in some socially awkward position because I found it amusing. Wait a minute, this is sounding a lot like the last thirty or so years. I plan on not thinking about that too much from now on.
Mik Soledyan and Dai Etaunyk and I were all standing around, arguing over which forest creature is represented on the Canadian quarter dollar. I was being my usual jerkish self and claiming that it's an elk, while Dai and Mik were fairly sure that it's a caribou. Nothing like a little conflict, that's what I say. After a brief "Nuh-uh! You're an...wrong!" type argument, we checked wikipedia. And here's where it all went horribly scope down.
We find the entry for the Canadian quarter dollar, and lo and behold, it's a caribou. Surprise. For a laugh, I edit the page, operating under the assumption that people check these things. In place of caribou, I put in elk. No big deal, someone will see that and change it back.
Nope! Almost a week later, it still says elk. I felt a deep, abiding shame creep over me. I changed it immediately of course. And now I await the vengeance of an angry information god.
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