Thirteen Shapes – Part 8

The great honeybee exodus was short I stood on the fountain’s edge A podium from which I would deliver their sentences With neither a word nor simply gesture, they returned Attentive and embracing they gazed into the mechanical eye (Address to the Honey Bees) This face you see is not painted on You...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 7

Across the busy fountain court yard square That tarot reader’s ship had docked White knuckle hands halfway clasped Hovering over cards left undealt Snapshot memory attempting to capture this scene The serial killer who stalks his victim prior to the crime So the after feels more real because of the...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 6

Sitting on a the edge of a fountain with a burning boredom My daydreams became filled with fire ‘These simple honeybees could never be like me’ Scenarios were played out from inception to a final solution Through various ‘what ifs’ and possible problems Manipulations and compensations...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 5

I’ll be born again As a silicon circuit board ( Dream State ) ‘In the beginning was a Word. A single, simple Word. This Word was nothing more than an utterance, a grunt that stood for an idea. The Word was accepted, the Word multiplied. The Word became Language. The trees became trees and the sea...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 4

Respiration That gurgling noise of partially arrested breathing Blood pumping machines Monitors detect the onset of death Torches fires played shadow puppets A small road leading into that town From a house along the path a chimney smoked My lighthouse My feet shuffled forward, my body pulled on string A...