Mayor Me

There's many a slip

twixt the clop and the clip. 

We call it luck

to die by increments.

–Mark Weiss

Prosthetic Knowledge

What do we know, 

And what is imagined?

Sometimes I feel thoughts

No longer there

Ghost tingles, severed limbs

I synched my brain 

With Google

But that left more questions

Than answers

Anything found

With a click 

isn’t worth learning

I want to discover

little things about you

Just to affirm

I've always known them

What We Talk About When We Talk About Madness

we broke like eggs,

not China

enjoying the mushy

sunshine texture

of our insides

oozing together

as the pilot lit

and we pan-fried

into oblivion

 Snow is what it does.
It falls and it stays and it goes.
It melts and it is here somewhere.
We will all get there.
–Fredrick Seidel