The Daily Sleet

The sleet has a sort of heat That soaks my toes bittersweet Nibbles my knuckles complete When I walk across the street     I need a new day     So I can delay     Gristle of today On my work-a-day mission I feel a dull cognition Snow slush of submission Melts my pure white ambition     I need a new way     So I can display     Unfound dreams of play Click for song...

Robots

From Futurama Here I think I feel like steel Spastic cold metallic grim Calculating functioning I/O signals binaries And here's output from input Move toward some routine tasks My receptor hears broadcasts Processes are overclocked Put iron in my bloodstream And obliterate my pulse

Heaven and Earth

Sometimes it is good to look at the sky Agent Angel descends from heaven To deliver panoramic penalties — Messages of danger and spice He unfurls the span of majesty Confronts our personal wreckage — A tract of warning for sinners With contracts of lick and burn And subterranean postcards — Nobody else is safe

Garden Blear

I really do need to stop going on these walks when I can't sleep Being chased by Fatimas At innocuous driveways They speak fauna prophecies     3am has learnt     A lot about me This (f)unpleasant feeling Tingling these nervous nerves Because I walked outside

Lion

A cheesy lion statue at a house on my street This lion voracious Roars into the cul-de-sac Proclaiming banter of kings His concrete mane subdued

To Catch a Fire

I went to a bonfire tonight Lacquer of blood guitar Serenades a simmer and scald When scattered voices harmonize The fire crackles as a choir Known amidst our moonrock eyes You will always be my friends

Tokyo Sushi

Sushi is one of my few choices The sun rises Upon thinking thoughts Of no utterance Shrill naked meaning For just a touch Enjoy the sushi Alone and confined