note to self: when your tutor suggested that you should drop your character into a situation and watch them develop, your story would probably have benefited (in length) if you had chosen a situation other than “open ocean + boat sinking + protagonist wearing concrete boots”. A short story does not imply a short life!
I blame Satan’s Little Mignonettes
I blame an innocent reboot of the black box in the corner
I blame stupidity on the part of the accused
I blame the stress being much too much stressed
I blame it all on the rogue DHCP server which served up
the drinks; the smokes; and the invalid IP addresses
No stone; unturned,
No spell; unspoken,
No truth out there,
There; on the stair,
I sit,
I ponder,
I am stale,
I am sorrow,
The dreams I have are
not of tomorrows,
,
Hear me! Gods of Dawn,
Hear me! Lucy; lucidly dreaming,
Dreaming; screaming,
I stink; of yesterdays,
I stink; of mold growing,
I sink; slowly,
I ink; poorly,
I age without dignity,
I age,
too,
fast
After [pause]
a decade of drought; a minor dry spell,
I don the virtual-world helmet, and
It all comes back to me,
sex; pure and virtual,
physical or imagined,
bouncing or … not,
becomes once again,
reality
Whisps of white mist linger
Between Thumb and Index finger
Grasping the gravity of patterns
Energy is all and that which matters
My hands thus hover on scarred tissues
Reflecting not on personal issues
Channeling the love that is all around
Universal healing for you is inbound
the train of thought
pulled through the wastelands of life
powered by a steam engine extraordinaire
incapable of accepting defeat or
surrender
Sestra – will we ever be family again; I sigh
Sestra – you were the normal one; tick tock
Sestra – you followed the rules; acted sane
Sestra – you fooled no one; but mother
Sestra – will you ever come home; again
Sestra – do you feel; the responsibility
Sestra – I feel; lost again
Sestra – I want; nothing here
Sestra – I am; no longer good
Sestra – what is the point
Satan Supplied Seven Sweet Sickly Songs
Dank u wel – I say
Beneath our midnight moon of horrors
Dank u wel – I say
Partaking in fires lowly dancing
Dank u wel – I say
Satan supplied us, then left us standing
Dank u wel – I say
To fend for our own survival
Dank u wel – I say
Singing songs of freedom,
Singing songs of joy,
Singing songs of praise,
Dank u wel – I say
0x7D0 words to evaluate
to what extent the human kind
reflects before choosing leisurely pursuits
reflects on flourishing as human beings
reflects on philosophers long deceased
understanding leisure the theme this week
hail procrastination; hail the power of delay
hail the coming of the end; I say
