by Gary Hardaway
Moose, Medea, and Blanche DuBois
Despite repeated feedings
and other acts of kindness,
the cats remain
I like that in a cat.
Egyptians made them gods--
no doubt on that account.
Dreams of Google in a Noose Disturb My Sleep
If I could, I'd strangle all the algorithms
clotting the desperate
21st century nonscape.
It's not the math
but the application
and clawing ROI's
Note: ROI = return on investment
Whole frogs are
Agoraphobia infects me. Dread
infuses every necessary trip
into the world. I tremble, certain cranked
and meshing markets wait to grind me down
to ever thinner and more pourable paste.
Katy Perry Nibbles My Inner Cochlea
for Alex Pruteanu
Pop songs insinuate the brain,
their wriggling DNA
dating back to Ur
More sinister serpents await.
It's like a trance but better. You become your purpose,
whatever purpose that might be, and there is no disjunction
between the mind and the fingertips and the form that follows
as a natural consequence of seizure and what seizes you
is inter-dimensional calligraphy. It's done, you rest, it's gone.