Remote Session

I sat there
phone to my ear
watching someone elses screen –
Software Loading.
Nobody spoke
We waited in awkward silence
not knowing if the other
was busy doing something else
or about to speak.
We stared at the screen,
The green bar slowly edging
closer to 100 percent.

Laser Communicator

Light, amplified and stimulated
A cable’s length is emulated.
Vocal cords emit a monologue
Its signal obviously analog.
But digitized it travels
And on the other side unravels.
A speaker re-assembles
A sound my voice resembles.

Poem - What You Get

What You Get

I opened the mailbox to more junk mail and advertisements than usual today. So I decided to cut it all up and turn it into somewhat of a poem. It’s so nice of the advertisers to give me not only inspiration but the words I need to express it too.

Poetry Revision

Poetry, like any written work, needs revision. I suppose there might have been a handful of times when inspiration for a short poem hits and what comes out the first time is good enough. But most times there’s a good bit of thinking, speaking and writing that goes on after the initial words are put …

A Two Minute Poem

I was bored the other day and was trying to get myself to do something; anything! I decided to give myself two minutes to write a poem. It didn’t matter how short or unrefined it was (good thing). It was only important that I wrote something.  What I came up with probably should have only …

Universal Art

Most tissue boxes have patterns printed
with wavy lines, paisleys, arcs or dots.
And colors ranging from simple to gaudy.

But few are perfect for my home and
why should they be? I mean,
unless every box had an infinite palate 
and a nuclear skin that could explode
into every shape imaginable how
could the tissue box artist know
what I need out of tissue box art?

There is no universal art in
my universe, that is to say I
have never found it so. But
I usually get lucky and
find a tissue box that works
well enough with my décor.