Poetry

[pugetopolis]

 
Fukushima Visitor

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A young diplomat—
Now I travel sub-light here
Scifaiku poet

They avert my eyes—
They understand who I am
Time for me stands still

2

A young commando—
I knew many ruined worlds
See Earth thru sad eyes

I send a report—
Back thru the usual time
Adjustment channels

3

This planet is lost—
Late capitalism stage
Of development

Zero hour endgame—
Overtaken by dark atomics
Nothing left but screams

4

Except for a few—
Scifaiku poets who are
Klug Zeitvernichtung

Cinders will result—
An atomics mirror held
Close to their shocked face

5

A young Earthboy with—
A caged cicada becomes
My focus back home

Speeding on our ship—
Thru the solar dark night sky
Beyond nova bloom

6

The death of a race—
A rope hanging from heaven
The kid mourns his world

DNA snapshot—
We produce a girlfriend for
Him to find springtime

7

We erase his mind—
He dreams of another Earth
We program Eden

Beyond a doubt he—
Will fail again like last time
Bad Biology

8

Ziggurats will fall—
Babble Towers will crumble
Empires come & go

This is how it works—
If you were eternal godz
Then you’d get bored too

9

Some call us jaded—
Interstellar dilettantes
Planet puppeteers

We speak thru poets—
Online oral traditions
With computers now

10

Be patient with us—
Our Mirror for Observers
This screen you’re reading

We’re coming thru time—
The clocks are striking thirteen
Childhood’s End is yours…

 

[pugetopolis]

Steam Punk Simulation

The mirror world dark—
On the other side of time
Sure you wanna know?

Infinite regress—
I’m not just talking about
The Borges nightmare
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Way down in the stacks—
Hiding away from Peron
Inventing genres

Fabulation Lit—
Magic realismo time
The Wild Palms redone
_____________________

I’m talking Ubik—
We’re already dead, kido
We just don’t know it

Look in the mirror—
You need a kipple facelift?
Things falling apart?
_____________________

Like Mexican schlock—
A wretched Havana taxi
Wrecks patched together

Lying here deep-freeze—
A living death just for us
Life Eternal Morgue
_____________________

The worst already—
Happened a long time ago
We are undertow

The undertaker—
Permits resuscitation
To keep things going
_____________________

This simulation—
Problematic paradigm
Just a diversion

There is no Ubik—
No magic realismo
Fukushima death
_____________________

Nebenwelt alt-welt—
The I Ching tells us only
About the lost Now

There is no future—
There is no past way back then
Only steampunk dead
_____________________

Simulated life—
Suspended animation
We’re doomed to play dead

We were a species—
Left beneath the empty stars
Our dead Masters gone
_____________________

All of us here now—
Nostalgia for the future
Our last illusion

WE dreamed up Ubik—
To hold back kipple decay
Counter-Clockwise worlds
_____________________

Our android slave-bots—
Keep this VALIS pulp fiction
Crypt going for us

They are transhuman—
They wish they were us but then
They can’t dream our dreams

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I wrote this poem a long time ago, I hope that you enjoy it.

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Tree of Life
by T.L. Verley

If pears became the international source of power,
the partridge would have no home.
If all the air could be bottled,
people and animals would suffocate.
And if he who controlled the air gave it back,
he still might starve to death.

Tis extreme I know.

Capitalism is my partner and friend,
compared to tyranny its evil twin,
but both hold hands against us,
every now and then.
People divide in every which way,
and when they combine I don't always condone,
as someone is always left out;
in this humans seem prone.
Deprivation as motivation,
to conform, enslave, and the such,
gets easier and easier it seems,
the more one gets out of touch.
And monsters arise in the confusion,
and ideologies that don't mean shit,
and the glory becomes an illusion,
and the victory aint worth spit.

Why fight or be alone in the Garden of Eden,
when there are so many to share it with?
But it aint up to one man or government,
as society must learn the trick.

[Cornelius]

Now in Peace
by C. R. Pedersen

Now in peace
Below the bright sunny gleaming sky
and oaks' fluttering leafy crowns
and vibrant living greensward mantle,
in brass-buttoned grays of eternal pride,
their roll called, silently, marker by marker,
as they rest in ranks beside their final home,
Beauvoir, on the shore of the beautiful Gulf,
honored guests, all, once and still,
of Jefferson Davis' gracious hospitality,
on grounds now theirs alone,
monument to their unwavering loyalty,
their honored regiment now completed,
they finally rest, at ease,
now in peace.

[FlyingVProd]

Fuck You
By T.L. Verley

Deny the youth you fuckers
Wallow in your greed
Think of yourselves
As you rot
I’ll try to keep
What little I got
Left of my soul
I don’t want any part of your world
Would check out of this hotel
Just to take from you me
You have enough
Without my soul in the bank
Keep what you got
I don’t want it
No thanks
It aint about money
It aint about material
It aint about power
It is about self
And how fucked it is
To be stuck on Earth
With you.