Posted in Death


One day it just stops
without warning
coins digested by a meter
time is up
Make way for new players.

What could be frightening or exciting
assuring or deflating
lift spirits or drop lips
that which technology cannot make redundant
for which there never will be an App …. Is no more.

Memory is not entirely forgetful
prescience created an archive
a regulated annex of representation
all traces of heat, cold and humanity removed
perfectly preserved film of that time
when princes and princesses
become King or Queen
the interval from mid teens to early 20s
when a boy will be gazed upon by every girl
and a girl, by every boy.

one day it just stops
without warning
and never is again.

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.