If you blur your vision and squint,
while crossing your eyes
and your heart,
with all of the lights turned down,
he will appear for a few fractions of a second
and then slip out of phase.
To it, I am funny.
A curiosity. What do you want with me?
It has no name. I named it once in the past
and it was very unhappy about
the names I gave it.
Waking the morning after
reincorporation. The evening after
forced fusion
between the destroyer and the creator,
I am damaged.
I am not benevolent. I am violent
when joined with my other half.
Singly we are joyous,
together we are terminal.
It laughs, chuckles, or groans and coughs lightly
depending on what hits your ears as laughter.
"What do you want with me?" It laughs
and I squint and ask if anyone else
is in the room.
I have a shadow.
It is long and unkind.
Without it I am nothing.
Without us it is nothing.
I believe there are many like it.
Until I die, unfortunately
this one is mine.
original works of parts
Rudolf the Red Nosed Dreadnought
after Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in the spirit of the holiday tune and Space Battleship Yamato
Rudolf the red nosed dreadnought
had many a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw them
you were probably evacuating home.
You would have to go off world,
because its fire boiled seas.
If you heard Rudolf was coming
your world's leaders grew weak in their knees.
When she first set sail across the stars
the alliance came to say
"Rudolf with your nose bright red,
can you put the myths to bed?"
During the second action
the crew was a bit too green.
It was a rout and poor Rudolf
had to make a swift retreat.
The interstellar war wore on
and her name was a forgotten rose.
Back then, all of her crew wished
they were uniformed in other clothes.
Then the tides began to turn,
year after year blood flowed.
All of the while, mighty Rudolf
became to be feared and well known.
Then one nebula skirmish
turned into a final fray.
The forward warships cornered
all began for the alliance to pray.
Out of the haze came a light,
Rudolf the dreadnought in its unspeakable might,
to wipe the stars clean
with seasoned glee.
All of the other systems loved her.
For everything terrible and wonderful she would mean.
Rudolf the red nosed dreadnought
went down that day and forever more
in galactic alliance history.
Rudolf the red nosed dreadnought
had many a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw them
you were probably evacuating home.
You would have to go off world,
because its fire boiled seas.
If you heard Rudolf was coming
your world's leaders grew weak in their knees.
When she first set sail across the stars
the alliance came to say
"Rudolf with your nose bright red,
can you put the myths to bed?"
During the second action
the crew was a bit too green.
It was a rout and poor Rudolf
had to make a swift retreat.
The interstellar war wore on
and her name was a forgotten rose.
Back then, all of her crew wished
they were uniformed in other clothes.
Then the tides began to turn,
year after year blood flowed.
All of the while, mighty Rudolf
became to be feared and well known.
Then one nebula skirmish
turned into a final fray.
The forward warships cornered
all began for the alliance to pray.
Out of the haze came a light,
Rudolf the dreadnought in its unspeakable might,
to wipe the stars clean
with seasoned glee.
All of the other systems loved her.
For everything terrible and wonderful she would mean.
Rudolf the red nosed dreadnought
went down that day and forever more
in galactic alliance history.
Smoker 48
Single file
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.
Years from now
Learned your how
Come home, door greet: "meow!"
Not the one
That was as fun
More like a "the key tray is for your gun
Too." Ahem. How was your day?
Mhm, uh-hunh, okay.
Good on you. I am too tired to play.
Single file
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.
"It's in your head"
Perception's bed
Moth wings on walls, pinned spread.
Where do they go
Rejects row
Moonrise fast, sun rises slow
When viewed from the bottom of a well.
Inhale fast. Exhale. Time bled away in spell.
Gray ruins and rune map evaporate
into the evening wind,
Where I am buried, I can never tell.
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.
Years from now
Learned your how
Come home, door greet: "meow!"
Not the one
That was as fun
More like a "the key tray is for your gun
Too." Ahem. How was your day?
Mhm, uh-hunh, okay.
Good on you. I am too tired to play.
Single file
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.
"It's in your head"
Perception's bed
Moth wings on walls, pinned spread.
Where do they go
Rejects row
Moonrise fast, sun rises slow
When viewed from the bottom of a well.
Inhale fast. Exhale. Time bled away in spell.
Gray ruins and rune map evaporate
into the evening wind,
Where I am buried, I can never tell.
I Am Going To Die
I am certain that when I die
it will be behind the wheel.
Not because of something I did,
but something I did not feel.
A loose cotter pin, a harmonically vibrating rod.
A bearing wearing metal on metal.
A bolt sheared through in last Winter's frost.
A gear one tooth short whose odd metered song
is lost beneath the 8 cylinder chorus and
the timpani's growling at the tail.
With a thump and a clunk
the dominoes will flop,
into oncoming traffic I will go
until the first law yowls "stop!"
My eyes will burst free of their sockets.
My shoes will fly off like rockets.
Over and over, or maybe over and under,
shell, chassis, and plumbing torn in shreds.
One hundred yards up the street,
beyond the last of the glass
my hand will lay
still gripping the shift knob's steel.
Another ten beyond that,
they'll find my head
with a knowing smile:
"I knew I should have double checked that seal."
it will be behind the wheel.
Not because of something I did,
but something I did not feel.
A loose cotter pin, a harmonically vibrating rod.
A bearing wearing metal on metal.
A bolt sheared through in last Winter's frost.
A gear one tooth short whose odd metered song
is lost beneath the 8 cylinder chorus and
the timpani's growling at the tail.
With a thump and a clunk
the dominoes will flop,
into oncoming traffic I will go
until the first law yowls "stop!"
My eyes will burst free of their sockets.
My shoes will fly off like rockets.
Over and over, or maybe over and under,
shell, chassis, and plumbing torn in shreds.
One hundred yards up the street,
beyond the last of the glass
my hand will lay
still gripping the shift knob's steel.
Another ten beyond that,
they'll find my head
with a knowing smile:
"I knew I should have double checked that seal."
Come Alive
The darkest day you will ever see
will never be as night as what
you left behind.
If you're telling me
never wake terrified.
If you're telling me,
no lights on at night.
If you're telling me,
face up to day sky.
Thunder rolls and nighttime flashes
get longer between snows
that come and go.
If you're telling me the darkest nights
will be lost in childhood, then
I can be any way.
will never be as night as what
you left behind.
If you're telling me
never wake terrified.
If you're telling me,
no lights on at night.
If you're telling me,
face up to day sky.
Thunder rolls and nighttime flashes
get longer between snows
that come and go.
If you're telling me the darkest nights
will be lost in childhood, then
I can be any way.
Board
When everything goes. Must go. Must go!
Decision time. Into the atmosphere
and take our chances there.
Me and my and the voices there.
So simple. Boil down to one cover waits
to be uncovered
and depressed.
Glass on top of red,
in case it needs depressed
by gloved fist
when the world is spinning and
grip the yellow and black tape
less your arm is broken
in rocket powered escape.
Laugh and nod with your
engines leaking fuel to the fire
after fragment punctures. Go!
The board lights up red and
the worst dread imaginable
dragons descending on a single soul
with one shield and one fire begs
options.
Let go.
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire.
One hand on the helmet,
one hand on the lever.
DO OR DIE.
Never say never. And Squeeze.
Glass constellation. Leave.
Decision time. Into the atmosphere
and take our chances there.
Me and my and the voices there.
So simple. Boil down to one cover waits
to be uncovered
and depressed.
Glass on top of red,
in case it needs depressed
by gloved fist
when the world is spinning and
grip the yellow and black tape
less your arm is broken
in rocket powered escape.
Laugh and nod with your
engines leaking fuel to the fire
after fragment punctures. Go!
The board lights up red and
the worst dread imaginable
dragons descending on a single soul
with one shield and one fire begs
options.
Let go.
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire.
One hand on the helmet,
one hand on the lever.
DO OR DIE.
Never say never. And Squeeze.
Glass constellation. Leave.
Who Hates You
Shrugging off cinders.
Rise. Rise!
Shrug cinders.
Open eyes.
A warfield.
A hatetank.
Capsule form.
One to know and three to grow.
A warfield.
One to know.
Skip a dose.
War, in red eyes.
Rise. Rise!
Shrug cinders.
Open eyes.
A warfield.
A hatetank.
Capsule form.
One to know and three to grow.
A warfield.
One to know.
Skip a dose.
War, in red eyes.
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