This is to my cat, Lucy.

I believe you are the possibility in a thousand pieces
The unlikely question in a dream with seeds
The idea of first impressions after a perfect world starts over
A theological Apple without poison, a glimpse into the life of the wondrous.

You are the serpent, the blood, the teeth
In a society of second-takes and misconceptions
In a box with holes containing Sweet-Tarts
An illusionist only stopping to capture the attention of lovers.

You point out the questions to be answered
While inconsistently loving the soulless
While finding things to play
You find that the seeds have been planted and the dream is over.

—by Robert the Druid
Frequency modulation!
Channel blocker!
Rabbit ears!
Media blitz!
Tivo!
Cable jack!
Pirate video!
Digital signal!
Translator box!
White noise…………………

A light rush of drips, fading,
Like sounds of the man-made.
A low hum, growing, growing, louder;
At last it slows, turns, grows louder.

All silence, minus a feathered creature.
Pages of a book, turning, examined.
Skin gathers intent interest, studied.
I adjust in my seat, and continue.

A pencil, rocking to and fro;
Distraction ensues, causes for prose.
His book shifts, slightly, breathing.
More low hums, some higher.

It kicks into, idles, generating;
Cold is met with sealed door.
The last remains of thought
Protrude and examine sounds.

Countdown
10
9
8
7
6           I, oh…
5           I am coming down.
4           Down to Earth.
3           Landing Gear,
2           Big blue buttons,
1   Meter devices,
Dials and knobs to press…
Goodbye Stars, intergalactic travel
Goodbye Moon    Goodbye Spacedust
I will come back         Goodbye, Love,
one day                      Goodbye, Lover.
in my                                       Now there are
Rocket Ship.                                  A million years
Back to You,                               Between us.
Back to space,                                        Now there are
The open black…                                 A million years
Azure blue                                                Between us.
Twinkling Boy,                                                     Now there are
Wild eyed-                                                       A million years
Boy from Mars.                                                   Between us.
I don’t belong here,
I don’t belong here,
This is not
My Planet.

Intangible inconsistencies
A requiem of hearts untold
An absence of light skies
The abscesses of humanity unfold
Pull back the skin if you are bold
Drain life until the body is cold
Let death take Her hold

A decadent dance of sensual desires
Grim and placated, yet excited
Metal hawks fly over to spread their fires
These once-friends now united
Their love now gone unrequited
Both aggressive with feelings slighted

Twirls of silk and lace
These once-intimate dancers
Coming ever closer, fall into place
Spreading pheromones of cancers
Darting around like lead-made answers
Until the strike of the first lancers

Such an ill-affectionate gathering
Masses of men and machine
Waiting for the first fettering
The breaking breaking of the unseen
Never ceasing
Ever cleansing
Forever courting