Waiting For Her

She said she would come
So I waited an eon
As the sun went dark

Blue Skies

the haze and white sun
make for multicolored air
I dream for blue skies

The Sting of Hornets

I have never left
the shores of Archeron through
all these years in space

Absorbed

Her beauty draws men
into her bed, where they stay
for eternity

Exposed

In the desert, her
exoskeleton weakened
from the frozen wind

Love in the Time of Space Travel

blackness and the void
how can I find her, moving?
a speck against stars

I close my eyes and
I think I can feel her through
the vacuum of space.

Attempted Condolences to a Co-Worker Following an Accident Which Took the Life of Her Manager and Supposed Lover

"Faulty welds, I hear";
"No way to know" | "He once said..."
But she turns away.

Uploaded to the Cloud

my consciousness is
the system, not the substance
that meat is not me

I exist within
ten million nanomachines
swirling as fine dust

And now she's the enemy

her skin is like jade
perfect and smooth, a pale green
she has been bitten

the city... silent,
but for the stirring of the
shambling undead

it was a small scratch,
I thought I could survive... but
I feel the sickness

The Superiority of Haiku Over All Other Art

All of our lives are intertwined. I mean this in more than just the economic sense. Yes, the pencil on your desk took thousands of men to make (the man who chopped down the tree for it's wood, the man who mined the ore for the steel in the axe of the man who chopped down the tree, the man who mined the graphite in the center, etc)... but more than this, we are connected by the actions we take (or do not take) in ways unfathomable to us, unless we're able to step back often and see the mosaic of life for what it truly is, a complex system of connected beauty.