Searching for Nowhere

in the busy eyes of strangers,
it is enormously easy to become
an organic machine:

when speech conveys only orders without
real regard for individual well-being
everyone is a cog in another organization
serving this entity named “society”

so I look to the sky, seeking
depth, soul, meaning, salvation
within the stars – giant balls of gas -
perhaps evidence of a higher power

and for a reminder that human strife
whatever we feel and do, our existences
are so miniscule to the universe,
the forces of chaos who control nothing

Contented Chaos

with a purple Bandaid sealing off
a hangnail on my ring finger, a metaphor
for my romantic life, to be sure
I mutter to the plentiful oxygen and
generous sunlight that, such wonder

no one could love me more
than the siblings loneliness and chaos
so practiced are they at surrounding me
that I feel I need almost no one else
for now, food, sleep and cleanliness
are enough, maybe a little more stimulation
but only of the mind and imagination

so very modern, to ride home to my cat
only he would I come home to,
as he decides to stare from his chair
or actually stretch his furry lithe body
to greet my excited tone and petting hand

the world is one’s oyster
so full of emptiness, beautiful sky
rolling lands of yonder
and oceans deeper and more vast
than anything a mere human like me
could ever understand
how could all of this not be enough?

Introvert Bubbled, Not Turtled

floating off of a shiatsu’ed stress
before a handful of hours of sleep
all the sound seems so far away
kicked outside the bubble of music

I fear this is my mind imploding
hinging on the lyrics of heartbreak
pausing on edge, another transition
it’s not that kind of drama
the world opens, and everyone is lost

to their own ambitions
don’t ask me, I don’t know
this building has held me
for over thirteen hours
a ghostly clutch, a siren of idealism

takes so much energy to dream
if allowed to sleep, I’ll hold hope
on my own

Motes Over the Hearthfire

those aether words can only be heard
when silence embraces the inside space.

spark! a surprise when, despite the noise,
my muse comes knocking – this time, red
pigtails sticking sideways out of ring mail -

revealing youth on fire, bleeding pathos
on all that heals, and all that hurts
gladly extending a hand to Hamlet
that bitter adolescent, made old by pain

and my ginger friend, seething complaint
on the woes of data entry. a morning full
of beautiful art: hello, my muse, welcome
and thank you for shaking me awake

Luhe.sirefef.A

he had screwed shut the face
of the portal, and Anna could not
go either in or out

the window said “Your browser
disabled all cookies. Please enable”
but we knew from the portal’s sad colors
that something was lying to us

Anna sent me in, and I wiped
the dirt from the portal
toggling at the lever, its settings
to no avail. I searched for
antivirus, and was blocked

then I knew the enemy
for what he is. I employed my USB
soldier, a ninja to sneak in CCleaner
and so the duel began

he metastasized. I held my AVG Free
bazooka, shot and fired – hit a few
who refused to stay down. Cast revive
on Microsoft Security Essentials

when his bits kept stretching
from the interface like zombie hands,
I took out my final sniper – Spybot:
Search and Destroy – it found him
in the face, and he screamed, crippled

while I wiped system32 of the portal
of his blood and guts, deleting all copies.
Spybot immunized the portal:
it will be protected for a good while

I restarted the portal several times,
just to see. Shines like a mirror
and give it back to Anna, who is
grateful it didn’t take longer
while I go to my own portal, to gloat

Herminio

I scream, you scream
we all scream, he says
the last few times he walked in
as academics failed
to capture his attention

usher him to class
after exchanging the words
that he wants – what is my role
what is it about my attention
does this young student want

I never really feel up to
giving people what
they really need, if they
even ask it of me
in the first place

Reconnect

a human being, one
enjoys the company of others
but not everyone
the collective writhes in agony
it hurts to sink too low

so one focuses, taking back
her mind and body
follow once again, the universe
breathe in, heaven and earth
breathe out, all tiredness
and negative emotion

all creatures may self heal
but humans do it willfully
and thoroughly, release these
baggage of the mind, sorrows
of the spirit, so unnecessary

lessons learned, self value
love for all who are worthy
noble action for all necessary
rekindle, rekindle within
find redemption, heal oneself

spread joy for those who listen
quietly influence those who do not