Oh, sorry, in my excitement
I forgot all about informed consent.
You may wanna know:
You’ve Been Upgraded to Muse!
At least I hope it’s upgraded,
It may be a downgrade,
Hell, it’s probably something
You don’t want at all.
Muses do tend to burn fast
Blow up
And leave craters behind.
I’ve seen enough craters.
(Right?
No craters!)
Let’s just say,
Being true to my own nature (poet),
I’ll write about things I find intriguing,
Including you.
Poems without Explosion!
Franklyn.“We finally have a chance to celebrate!…
I was featured on the People of Denton
(be sure to like the original People of Denton Facebook post)
It’s summer,
Time of the burning dream
When the air shatters into song
A fracture a shard at a time
When Katana, the Fox, darts from
The wheel well of a melting Karmann Ghia.
And pounces into the Blackwood,
Where the song recedes ghost cold and still
An end point of a configuration space
Of a subsystem spanning subsystems
With fudged and blurred initial conditions
Understood as motionless possibilities.
The clearing strains, and holds, and breaks
Into new songs as Katana smiles and runs,
This time it’s a disused warehouse
Where the cunning sneak drinks or naps
When it breaks the Fox’ll move on
To meditation studios, and dungeons,
Daydreams, and death,
Katana the Nexus: the Binding, the Breaking
I’m not looking for love,
I’m not looking for sex
I’m looking for a poem.
And maybe sex,
And maybe love
You have green eyes!
She shouts
I do!
I shout
You have pale blue eyes!
I shout
I do!
She shouts!
