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Friday, July 29, 2011

Poem.

From the collection '8 poems about me and you'.




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I embraced mitosis from an early age
surely to be the death of me;
cascading cells of coded future,
misspells my life: G, T, A, C.

A death professed on line 13
until such point perfection; then
as certain as it was random,
a frail, flawed, faulty gene.

What hope to live and love and laugh
when the elements which conspire
to steal my fragile existence are 
not water, earth, nor wind, nor fire

but abstruse elements of chance and luck?
Pre-determined by evolution:
the science of obscure abstraction
concludes free will is chemical fiction.

With future knowledge of what will pass
there's one present choice that's still my own:
suffer the truth – its time its place;
or to not carry on?

Monday, July 25, 2011

Strife.

Duncan's life seems to tangle with other’s lives, and it feels like this means his death will too. The nexus of friends and family, the strife and drama they visit upon him, will eventually bind and strangle him. Of that he is convinced. He oscillates between acquiescence that these tiny threads of the universe are connections to be celebrated, and the suffocation he experiences from his proximity to humanity. Are others oblivious to the stresses they impose, or do they thrive upon crisis to counter the fear of ordinariness? He just wants to be alone. Sal, Brad the cat and he. Sometimes. Not forever. Mostly. 


Monday, July 18, 2011

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Significant.

Nothing's significant but everything's matter.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Pseudohaiku for you.

There is no hope
and no despair;
I'm nothing if not a nihilist.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Names.

Authors do not give characters names. The character's parents name them. An author should know their character's parents intimately. It also helps if they know the grandparents, but sometimes this is not possible due to whatever reason an author decides to invent. Some authors choose not to know the parents of a character before assigning their name, again for whatever reason they decide to invent. They can do whatever they like actually. That is the beauty of omnipotence.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011