Sunday, January 27, 2013

The world is a stage, literally.



performing roles
siding debate
in his favor.

Mocked and banned,
returns again and again.

Same hands. Same brain.
Different names.

A sockpuppet is an online identity used for purposes of deception. The term—a reference to the manipulation of a simple hand puppet made from a sock—originally referred to a false identity assumed by a member of an internet community who spoke to, or about himself while pretending to be another person.[1] The term now includes other uses of misleading online identities, such as those created to praise, defend or support a third party or organization,[2] or to circumvent a suspension or ban from a website. A significant difference between the use of a pseudonym[3] and the creation of a sockpuppet is that the sockpuppet poses as an independent third-party unaffiliated with the puppeteer. Many online communities have a policy of blocking sockpuppets. - Wikipedia.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

It's like things have been boxed away and forgotten...



Dust blanket
                           the two of us
                           excavating in the attic
                           of a teahouse

break, fine-waltz in brownian drift
as windows are opened
and moth-ravaged curtains drawn
letting in the sunlight;

the room remains stubborn

                      artifacts containing proof memories -- grandfather stories
                      we recalled in bits

                      told to us when we were children
                      when we can believe anything
                      yet possessed little attention

All the disintegrating
cardboard boxes

stale, rat-nibbled;
silverfish devouring the old
albums and scrapbooks, slither out
into the cracks of the deadwood boards.


Linked to Open Link Night #79 at dVerse Poets Pub. A toast to all!  (I initially draft this poem in response to Victoria's prompt last week "The Medium is the Message" for Meeting at the Bar. )

Sunday, January 6, 2013

The new verb


To "Unfriend"

I watched a friend devolve
on the assembly of white boxes,
parading for egos addicted to sharing;

and now she's playing tag --
sharing names with strangers
and best-forgotten ex's;

hurling insults in pixel print,
the monsters escape
and all anyone can do is like it.

I remind myself, these specters
are contained behind the glass
but still

I hover a finger over her name,
unable to decide
the kind of friend I'd be.


The definition of "unfriend" according to the Urban Dictionary.

Posted for Open Link Night #78 at dVerse Poet's Pub.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Scent of Tears


The scent of tears,
its salty breath
saturate the air,

move waves,
black the sea;

swim in and drown,
otherwise, stay

on the beach,
watch the waves,
breathe in the salt.

The original was written quite many years back.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Our constant search and labor

A lack of muse is no excuse

begins a trip to nowhere;

starring down a grey wide open empty road stretching long and sure towards a peach and strawberry sunset,
and everything, even a sewer cover, turns into gold.

You might have come across pictures of sewer covers in Instagram and wonder why people take them, if not why they suddenly seem interesting.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Set on automatic


PreMonday Start-ups

watching clock ticks flick

gear shifting back to numb-state automaton

safe-keep poetry heart under lock-key

re-routing to routine workday cycle

batteries fully charged to go

forcestart system at 0600 in the morning

login suits by 0800 ironed and ready

logoff day at 1800 in the evening

sleepmode set from indefinite to 2200 at night


(edited: Jan 2, 2013; 1400hrs)