Tag Archives: Key MacFarlane

I keep having dreams Having trouble Taking flight— Footsteps without traction, Across words too heavy, too old To reach you; lying beside me For 40 years it seemed I awoke Around false rooms centerless But familiar each time unable To … Continue reading →

As you read this Someone is dying of thirst Behind the blaze of a computer screen One more drop of bleach works Its way beneath these walls Coating us all in that afferent Pallor, like dead bodies floating around in … Continue reading →

Give me modern poetry And ice that melts and Keeps me interested On task I’ve exhausted all possibilities And am left With something pleasing Hollow and lifeless Repetitive With no intention of communicating But of replacement Not the fabrication But … Continue reading →

How will you read This if I take nothing Seriously: If my words shiver and Droop under “mine own eyes”? Oh desert hymn: something I’m supposed to feel Is this something I’m supposed to feel Or want to say, and … Continue reading →

You can’t tell me there’s nothing new Out here we wait in draining Pools, amoebic and pale and perhaps inviting Four splintered forms to arrive At any minute, One more minute, And we are still Checking email refreshing Cocktail recipes … Continue reading →