Remote

The virtual freeway is empty
of all but venal vagrants
loitering about
like beggars on my corner,
schlepping sacks of unknown contents,
from somewhere
to somewhere.
Sacks of violent adhesives
coagulating incessantly.
Products of post-mortem
over-achievers
and squatters
and mercenaries,
all of whom are traded
spent
and reeking of the journey
like an old dollar bill.
The future looks bright
for pacifist vigilantes
and for transactions
without currency.

Free

Diva Chutes

Proximity to well-worn trails
a Pathfinder does not make.
Reconnaissance is not romance
regardless of the time, the tilth or the take.
Knowing the sensation
of 'chutes only half full
I wonder about this jump.
No my friends
its killing
but God won't sort these out.

A pirouette is pretty
but not when its chasing your tail
and the need to know the ending
diva
is the difference betwen vex and veil.
The slipstream used to dazzle
and the sweetspot seemed in reach
but now, with age
comes vision
and I wonder too, for you.

Preference for lies and intrigue
a spy does never make.
Treachery is not tradecraft
no matter the actor , the screen, or the fakes.
Knowing the dullness
of unsharpened blades
I wonder about this hump.
No my brothers
in arms and angst
most likely we won't make it out.

Organic

Scratching itches versus itching scratches

Hogweed Love

A radical agenda
newly emergent
invasive, transient
now infiltrates the harvest
the hearth
the head
the bed
through revolts
revolutions
inquisitions
and insurgent infidel
anarchy of
hogweed love.