Sunday, February 22, 2015

termite crematorium (for the firewood man)

termite crematorium (for the firewood man)

every night
i put the log in
they burrow deeper, and the fire finds them, and they die.
I sweep their dust up every morning,
with my bare hands,
as befitting.


©Peter A. Greene 2015

Friday, February 20, 2015

nsa

nsa

if you hire a burglar to build your house
don't be surprised when a few items go missing


©Peter A. Greene 2015

Thursday, February 19, 2015

destroying an earworm


owls

red eyes at night,
owl's
delight red eyes
in the morning
owls take warning


©Peter A. Greene 2015

slow toll


          slow toll -

 a bell, a feather
 and forever


©Peter A. Greene 2015

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

it's not poetry



it's not poetry
most of the time
i say something
but i'm lying




©Peter A. Greene 2015

Monday, February 16, 2015

the moon robotess



the moon robotess sits
in lairs and caves
awaiting prayers
she cannot hear:
there is no air there




©Peter A. Greene 2015

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

constructing an entirely false narrative

constructing an entirely false narrative
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