Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Absolute Zero: Episodic Series

Sore throat and aching muscles
as we painfully walk up the green hill
as our knees bend outwards and sideways
as the flames at the peak turn into ice
a flowery land atop an iceberg
a miracle for us to fly to the stars
as the stars are ice, gas and flame
it's absolute zero, never win this game

Seeping through the dusk and dawn
the sacred horizon, tired, it yawns

I fell on my knees
on the pebbled red carpet
the next time it'll bleed
an absolute hero

Staring out the window
a land of blue and ice
a frozen lake, a bloodied hill
a polar bear, naked and dead
as the blackbirds fall like snow
and the goldfishes swim like a painting
like a tearful piece of art
conceived at absolute zero

The lovely little ants
their deaths mean nothing
for their numbers are absolute
and their strength is absolute

And everything in this world
will soon turn to frost
stay tuned for the next episode
of absolute zero.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Absolute Zero: Autumn

Walk walk walk
trees collapse into rain
fly through the stratosphere
burst through the coldest roof
mutate icicles
and lick some popsicles
with an resolute sickle
at absolute zero

We're the heroes of the ice age
sitting on a chair
sipping on coffee
as the chirps break our hearts
green and purple forests
all frozen to the leaves
and a flood of absolute zero
burned the frost

Light in dark snow
night in day's flow
graveyard of shivers
cold, oh so very cold!
frostbitten brain
and hypothermic heart
the second ice age begins
at absolute zero

Numb at the toes
and the fingers can't move
talk talk talk
until the lips fall off
as this is a walk
into a cold dark place

It was the autumn wind
at absolute zero.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Kids

The timber's limber, slimmer, swimmer
greener, we're freer, leeches of glimmer
weepers creeping behind the seekers
we kids are but the adults' peekers

Shiver, shiver, bathed in glitter
River, river, we watch you slither
Wither, wither, all are winners
No one will be fraudulent sinners

Kids these days
with our blank slates
flaunting to adults

Kids these days
with our fragmented thoughts
piecing the puzzle of adults

Kids these days
will ponder
"Aren't we all just kids these days?"