My old computer was scarcely invasive like this new one with sales traps and phishing nets behind each bright “try me” icon, beckoning like Snow White’s apple. Outside old autumn declines as sun falls under rain clouds, and my mindless new computer asks when winter ends. Advertisements
In the candle-like Twinkle Of billboards Denying the moon at times, Pretending To be the attraction Like the dressers Promenading in decade-old Daring.
In the candle-like Twinkle Of billboards Denying the moon at times, Pretending To be the attraction Like the dressers Promenading in decade-old Daring.
We clatter past abandoned campsites Patches of color amidst summer’s desiccated foliage Left out like Tuesday’s trash. Dreaming human rights Poverty in Guatemala Injustice in China; Talking tenderly of puppies.
I walked back from the train Along the lake without sun to warm Waters raging under leafless trees Desolate in monochrome But for that red patch approaching at a distance Down a path winding closer to the lake than I’d noticed When leaves were there. He waved as he passed. Surprised I waved back; And … More Can you paint it?
SUNLIGHT IN SEPTEMBER The rain’s stopped, And the cooling air In a rush against yellowing leaves Sends the setting sun Shimmering and blinking through the curtains.
My pockets jingle with change, silver dollars And gold amulets. My fingers glisten with diamonds And delicious amethysts. My home is a private store For precious artifacts: paintings and more: – In short, I possess all that’s prized For its potential invisibility: Its infinite perfectability As currency.
