Wednesday 26 August 2009

Virtualisation

At first light
I hear domestic barking
bird song

Every night in electronica
I choose which dawn chorus
will awake me

No one will see me wash
before eating or prayer

No one will see the wired glove
and the borrowed bird
carried down to the street to sing

Friday 21 August 2009

When Mechanical Failure Orphans Us

(a work in progress)


Under earth or on it

stone, deep in thought

turns over memories



there were eclipses

spores of blood and yeast

the smell of ice

wind and prayers

for cheerless ransoms paid to progress



A Polaroid close-up of millennia and a butterfly’s mouth

caught in a safety net of zeros

above the republic of greed

where everyone is wanting



but time scents victory

with patience a lost heirloom

and mechanical failure

will make orphans of us all