I sit on the ground
and I’m covered with ants
They become my new skin
and I don’t try to stop them
I’m red and I’m black
and I never stop moving
I stand up to walk home
and the ants help to guide me
They want me to get home
and they know what it’s like
To have somewhere to be
and a path clearly marked
They want me to be home
and they bite to remind me
They’re pushing me toward home
and they don’t think of death
poem
Haiku For Tapping Into Various Levels Of Universal Vibration
leaf blown down the street
car crashes into light pole
no thing remains still
What Were the Skies Like When You Were Young?
i’m listening to the orb
since 1992 i’m listening to the orb
for 25 years i’m listening to the orb
for more than half my life i’m listening to the orb
and i’m so bad at math and so easily
distracted
it took me more than 20 seconds to work the numbers out
but when i’m listening to the orb
i’m reminded of everything that’s ever happened to me since 1992
and i’m in an office now
reviewing documents for someone up above
but in my head it’s 1992 and 1993 and 1994 and 1995 and 1997 and 2001 and 2007 and 2017 all at once
and early tears well in my eyes just waiting for a nudge to spill
for all those behind me years
that somehow still exist buried between the lines
of the story i tell of myself to myself like:
who we were at midnight on empty, suburban streets, an orb album on repeat
who we were at midnight on a cold, hard futon, curled up in a confused panic, an orb album on repeat
who we were at midnight on another’s sofa, sleeping after a shift, an orb album on repeat
who we were at midnight on a windy Christmas eve, drinking whiskey alone in the dark, an orb album on repeat
who we were at midnight on a still, star-filled lake, talking dreams of coming futures, an orb album on repeat
who we were at midnight on a faded, rusty rocker, with a swaddled baby swaying, an orb album on repeat
who we were at midnight on an empty, suburban street, doing dishes left from dinner, an orb album on repeat
and on my screen are these words you’re reading now
sitting in front of another’s words you’ll never read
and in my ears the lazy lilt of ‘back side of the moon’
for i’m still listening to the orb over and over again
and i’m looking out the window
and i’m so high above the ground here, now
but not as high as those above me
and i want to jump through that double-pane wall of melted sand
shatter glass everywhere like a sharp-toothed rain
but i never want to fall when i’m listening to the orb
considering a crash
no, no, no
in every year i ever was
i ever am
listening to the orb
i just want to go on forever
Boethius, With the Top Down
(for John Q. Climate-Change)
———————————
on the interstate
doing 95 mph
blasting Boethius, with the top down,
is not the same
as blasting Motley Crüe
with the top down,
doing 95 mph
on the interstate
though, The Consolations of Philosophy
might be a better long-term prescription
for handling the world as it is
than one writ in the jittery script
of one Dr. Phineas A. Feelgood;
but who really needs a long-term prescription
for tomorrows of a different persuasion
when that drop-top’s down,
and you’re humming at 95,
along that never-ending,
never-changing,
make-ya-feel-all-right
inter
state.
Haiku for Stuffed Dolls Hoping to Avoid the Morning Commute
Northbound 35
Elmo, face-down, center lane
Cars do not slow down
Outside The House, An Overturned Red Wheelbarrow
Half-dead mouse in mouth,
cat meows at the back door,
raindrop-glistened fur
Digirabbit under digiground, digirabbit digisafe and digirabbit digisound
They shut down the servers
Where our protected sustenance lies
In a bale of 1s & 0s
We burrow down to die
####Carrots spinach lettuce radish####
@Override
public final MediaCrypto
getMediaCrypto()
{if (state != STATE_OPENED && state != STATE_OPENED_WITH_KEYS) {
throw new IllegalStateException();
}
return mediaCrypto;
}
@Override
public boolean requiresSecureDecoderComponent(String mimeType) {
if (state != STATE_OPENED && state != STATE_OPENED_WITH_KEYS) {
throw new IllegalStateException();
}
return mediaCrypto.requiresSecureDecoderComponent(mimeType);
}
@Override
public final Exception getError() {
return state == STATE_ERROR ? lastException : null;
####Sprouts hay broccoli####
No backups found to save us
No routine restores ever do
No cloud to come back from
For the code says we are through
