A crackle of energy and motion,
Hands quivering with a sudden notion:
Hurry, hurry, seize the day;
Keep the pace until you’re gray
—damn, do I need a lay.
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Tuning
Shrieks ensue shrill cries.
The symphonic notes rise high.
A string quartet sings.
♪♪♪
Ode to Research
Describe to me the world from below,
The scary creatures we can not know.
A galaxy of knowledge within a drop,
Forever changing without stop.
Put eye to scope and remark with glee,
The hidden kingdom for all to see.
A strange collage that inspires hope,
Seizes the mind like restless rope.
Quickly now! Observe and note!
A good habit learned by rote.
A thousand cures lie ahead.
Let it pass not unsaid.
Limerick for an Awful Office
Once there was a busy room,
With no windows like a tomb.
I miss the daylight.
Save me from this plight!
Days repeat in endless doom.
Invisible
People stare and frown;
My skin tickles and grows cold.
They do not see me.
Empty Planet
The world died centuries ago, leaving a scarred carcass behind—an empty planet full of empty cities. A fiery horizon burns in the lonely wasteland known formerly as the Mojave Desert; a solitary figure travels seeking justice.
Justice for the past.
Justice for the dead.
Justice for a soul that doesn’t deserve it at all.
He clutches a broken timepiece to his chest, imagines he can hear the mechanical ticking. A relic from the ancient past, outdated even before the world ended. Sometimes he uncovers fragments of objects he can’t even name; other times the sudden familiarity of a fractured watch triggers such emotional upheaval that he has to stop for the rest of the day.
He remembers someone waking him in the morning. A cheerful voice shouting, “Up and at ’em, lazy!” and a hand brushing his hair messily.
“Sun’s almost peak.”
He marvels at the timepiece. So much knowledge lost.
A hot blast of air tousles his hair, obscuring his field of vision for a moment. The watch’s face stares up at him and the weakness in him whispers to stop. He has nothing to live for, but at least he’s still alive. Isn’t that enough?
Grains of sand speckle the watch. He lets them fall gingerly, feeling numb.
No more waiting. Time’s up.
Apparition
The quiet solitude of a dark room,
Lit only by the computer screen,
Casting strange shadows on the walls,
Fills me with calm.
A brush of sensation crosses my periphery.
Inexplicably reminded of someone I know,
I reach out with my hand blindly,
Turning my head to say, “Hey.”
My hand stills in the air.
No one stands near.
Only the eerie feeling
Of an invisible guest.
Enantiomers
True individualism: what does that mean?
Stare into a glass window,
See the reflection stare back.
The same face with the same eyes.
Chemical compounds comprised
Of the same molecules:
Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen.
Indistinguishable on paper.
Twist the mirror.
The reflection is identical, but different.
Examine the compound in space—
A thirty degree variation that redefines.
The surface presents a false expectation—
Beware.
True individualism lies subatomically—
Unobserved, undisturbed, unquenchable.
A Curious Hermit 