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dragonfly

Double-winged dragonfly
resting on live wire
takes flight
while
cicadas in trees
make
rattlesnake noises
and
Coco chasing
carpets of grasshoppers
eating every one she
catches —
pawing biting crunching —
insectoid legs
dangling
between
canine teeth,
contented.

Digital lives are forgotten lives

She likes it deep.
She likes it analog.

Ink stains on
sheets of paper.

Wipe away the mess
with typewriter
ribbons
and lace.

Your USB keys
will not survive
the coming apocalypse.

Nothing to plug into.

You might as well
be writing on
toilet
paper.

Meanwhile
the laughing
cave paintings
in France

and drunken
hieroglyphs carved
into
rock
and
stone.

The dubious stain of our existence.

Caribbean Sun

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Rotting beneath a languid sun we are as junkies on the nod…dozing…eyes half-shut.

And the sound of waves in the distance. Pulsating rhythm keeping time with each heartbeat. You can feel it in your ears. The hand of God moves gently across the water.

Crystalline blue ocean mother nature. Geologic masterpiece of space and time.

Green-hued pelicans swoop low over shimmering waters, and I imagine pterodactyls soaring across primordial skies. While giant creatures the size of cruise ships swallow us whole.

I lay my head back on the sand and shield my eyes from the heat and sun. Go back to sleep.