"An Ode for 606 Day"

whist the hustle in my veins
galaxy zoo and starboard
oar · whist not found in nature
save in the lonely places

none lonelier than between
the lights that the mind touches

in the darkness of the mind
none lonelier nor more dear

and no one will ever go
not death so much as the scale
of things · hings that sooner end
though they think to go farther

as i thought to have done more
by the watch matutinal
that even now fades · flurry
of regrets but mostly song

this pavilion of echoes
these monsters without humans
adding time to my cell phone
trapped in the wii · nautical

i steel myself to the heat
as a world plunges sunward
and when can i don this fez
hot as the tip of a match

cycle of freezing boiling
and a smoke called history
catenary days swaying
in a lost summer hammock

between random migrations
fleeing for your very life
between one splash and the next
on the black burning tarmac

widdershins in thesterness
shapka · hitchhiking at night
the hapless plunge · these sad days
when something still might be done

crumbling frieze on the wall traced
by my finger coarse with work
the song obliterated

the somber going · Sxwaixwe
at the bottom of the lake
still slumbering on · on


Special Weapons Observation Reconnaissance Detection System.


Malok's Martian Seas.


"It is written that when Voltaire was the guest of Frederick the Great at Sanssouci Palace, they exchanged puzzle notes. Frederick sent over a page with two picture blocks on it: two hands below the letter "P", and then the number 100 below a picture of a handsaw, all followed by a question mark. Voltaire replied with: Ga!."