Sprinkler Systems

 

It is with sadness

unease of passage

to report confirmation

slipstream of a sketchbook

death of,, depth of

by the millions

cardboard cutouts

sideways glance

through slotted ovals

magic marker tears

smearing away

wiping blunted gray

fingertips obscure

their facial features

 

Its fracture redounds

graded sun-cast light

off-kilter shadows

echoes not quite vivid

as life imprints

yet more imbedded

more real than shifting

scapes of dreams

 

Line enraptures

a moment’s queue

awe of beauty

plaza marquee

spun down frame

black metallic spider

larger than circling otherwise

web glowing

the summer dusk

waiting ensconced

above a melee of

waiting cars

transcending cities

 

Moved to remark

words lifted and erased

breathless sound

gasping inward heaves

the spider waved down

breezily motioned

like leaves or a snowflake

crushed beneath his feat

leather shoes

kind of orange

maybe brown

a passing moment

mortal amusement

keeping good company

ceremonial rites

of planned obsolescence

 

MM 8.2023

Post-Positive Addition To Your Culture

 

Vintage Watching Eye from The Graphics Fairy

There was this incredible amount of

residual weight and space carving

as a chisel and a light tap hammer

might while looking up brightly voided

out in the ceiling a blank canvas

in which to carve out a new churning slate

 

Dreams set in and then hours burn

until their wake and imprint locks and strains

its tension inertia upon extremities at rest

 

The façade of movement in repetition

patterns strewn in piles of stained logic

planned and plotted, pointed in one direction

and another from the bed to the sink

to the drain, then moved again to cover

signs of distress

 

Its lift, inverse weightlessness

burrowed parasite feeding on the guts and brains

freely dispersed to attendees

immersed in shunting feigned consensus

in absentia

 

MM 5.2023